Ken Mcallister Iridescent Eyes
I see your iridescent eyes on burgundy tides
Belladonna waltzes on the shoals where the chloroform skills
she leaves that taste behind that reminds you of days surreal
and she steeps her dreams in desert cactuses in a serenade
And those pasture blades keep howling her name
and those pasture blades keep howling her name
I see your iridescent eyes on burgundy tides
howling her name...
howling her name...
the sanguine autumn leaves
the sanguine autumn leaves
