Letra de The Hair Pillow
Veins and a rope. Gold hair wrung out. Laughing. From back of the Sheep-shack, A high bleat hum. Veins map the hair pillow. Strung out. I'm sleeping. Its the kind Of a nap, though, you don't wake from. Sky of gold. Pink and lazy in Pond I lay. Take it slow. Drunk and crazy in a pond I lay.