Flightless Bird American Mouth [by Iron & Wine]

Благодаря любимому другу было обнаружено следующее Волшебное Творение:

I was a quick wet boy,

Diving too deep for coins

All of your street light eyes

Wide on my plastic toys

Then when the cops closed fair,

I cut my long baby hair

Stole me a dog-eared map

And called for you everywhere

Have I found you

Flightless bird

Jealous, weeping?

Or lost you

American mouth

Big pill looming?

Now I’m a fat house cat

Nursing my sore blunt tongue

Watching the warm poison rats

Curl through the wide fence cracks

Pissing on magazine

Photos, those fishing lures

Thrown in the cold and clean

Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you

Flightless bird

Grounded, bleeding?

Or lost you

American mouth

Big pill stuck going down

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