she become music
on top of the mountains
she’s protecting the sea
she’s slow dancing
to stormy monday
on top of the mountains
she’s protecting the sea
she’s slow dancing
to stormy monday
she’s got a cigarette
and a canal in her hand
she’s got a headphone IV
a willow in her hand
a dove in the tree
clouds painting themselves
on the water
she says honey
you can read me oracles
all day from the wings
