I sit beside his bed
Brushing the weather from his hands
If I'm no longer making sense
I no longer think I can
There was snowfall in new york city
Earthquakes down below
Dappled sunlight in vineyards
Where nothing ever grows
Take the earth out of his mouth
And the boot from off his chest
There is nothing more to ask of him
He done better than his best
Mark the day he was born
Between kin and bone
Between silken and flesh
On sweet paulownia wood she found the tone
His body did the rest
She'd dust strings with cocaine
Rubbed her finger on his lips
"Come on tell me what you see child
And I'll leave you with a kiss"
Brushing the weather from his hands
If I'm no longer making sense
I no longer think I can
There was snowfall in new york city
Earthquakes down below
Dappled sunlight in vineyards
Where nothing ever grows
Take the earth out of his mouth
And the boot from off his chest
There is nothing more to ask of him
He done better than his best
Mark the day he was born
Between kin and bone
Between silken and flesh
On sweet paulownia wood she found the tone
His body did the rest
She'd dust strings with cocaine
Rubbed her finger on his lips
"Come on tell me what you see child
And I'll leave you with a kiss"
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