top of the world
top of the world my father stared into the stormy sea unable to pull his head upright again the poison worked too well his father flown home in a box…
top of the world my father stared into the stormy sea unable to pull his head upright again the poison worked too well his father flown home in a box…
eyes open i dream with my eyes open these days like a soft focus hallucination i ask my kids if i've had a stroke or just being odd they smile…
dames on astor the dames wait in the rain everything is possible the bus to take them in the heart of the city where drinks would fly kisses were tossed…