Owlsong
Undrinkable water
Whistling from
Another universe
A radio tuned far away
Your naked legs
Parted to other lips
Sing for me
When you grow tired
I am at the end of my life
All fault & beat
Too old now
To stop loving you.
Undrinkable water
Whistling from
Another universe
A radio tuned far away
Your naked legs
Parted to other lips
Sing for me
When you grow tired
I am at the end of my life
All fault & beat
Too old now
To stop loving you.
