Enero 15, 2004

the devil he wore such a fine fine shirt

I will be rocks, I will be water,
I will leave this to my daughter.
Lift your head up in the wind.
When you feel yourself grow colder,
wrap the night around your shoulders
and I will be with you even then,
even when I cannot see your face anymore.

"Rocks and Water," by Deb Talan

Posted by naomi at Enero 15, 2004 10:03 AM