Letras
Only a nose hair away from inner peace today
When a car alarm through the window came
More horns than usual, long and atonal
Maybe a funeral
“I,” said the dove, “mourn for my love”
Down here we’re all a wreck
Showing some respect
Lacking smooth pursuit, relearning stuff I swore I knew
The big shadow only grew
“Your guess,” said the fly, “is as good as mine”
Down here in the greasy mess
Hoping for the best