The wind has made a coast of me
The dawn wears us like jewelry
The gunpowder's all over me
Like green light on thin ice
A plum all old and rosy
Summer lightening's got its hooks in me
Stuck here to an old crab tree
My favorite hat is your drinking glass
Bitter and twisted
Golden spring, its riches
Fifty blue ghosts of a heart
Blue bird, the darkest fruit is ruby
A real skullsplitter to get us through the winter
A real skullsplitter to get us through the winter
To get us through
To get us through
To get us through
