She Sings Lyrics by Mook
Frozen roads of cobblestone lay dead in the winter
The nightjar mumbles pecking at the cracks
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Frozen roads of cobblestone lay dead in the winter
The nightjar mumbles pecking at the cracks
I got trap money, i got trap-i got trap
I got trap money, i got trap-i got trap
If I record my wanderings
From city to sea
He had been there once before
Twice now, in similar clothes
Tired faces from wasted places riding under avenues
On the edge of drunken reason with a paycheck and some food
When you look at this stony face, tell me what do you see?
Do you still see me than you see this parasite
Darkling he waits, he waits
By the stairs to her house