Letra de I. Spit; or, a Bite Mark in the Shape of the Sunflower State
A recurring dream intrudes Shit-faced on the nightly news I'm sure of this as I'm of you Spit will mend the bruiseOur life flashed before my eyes Aerial toll house, and I I caught a glimpse, heaven says "hi" Spit will mend the bruiseBy the Sunflower State scar "Wait" plays by the Secret Stars To reach such heights, to drop so far Spit will mend the bruise