Red House Painters Down Through
i walked down the hill sluggishly and frail the wind blew hard hard on me i imagined it your ghost white body making love with me i walked down the hill found you crying at the window sill there lies the bridge of our lost dreams i want to see it once more before i leave i still feel the sting in my hand from when i hit you i keep you picture tidy and safe in a shrine and hope that in time we'll have a house on the shore that showers my soul washes away the violence that runs in my blood drains the pain that i caused you down through
