Letra de Arguing With the Ghost of Peter Laughner About His Coney Island Baby Review
One, two, three, fourJust imagine a time and place Sentient objects adrift in space Trying to do the needful math Trying to find the secret path Seas gone silent in the spiral shell When you fellBlazing torches to light the way All fuel burned right up in just one day Will there be another way? That won't be for you to say You who took with you the ancient spell When you fellHurt too hard too long and die too young Silver dollar glistening on your tongueMay your passage be assured There may your foul afflictions all be cured Systems closing down on several fronts You will always have been here once Cap the west's final wildcat well When you fellWhen you fell When you fell