William Fitzsimmons Gold In Shadow
So like your father in face undone
Terrified in cold
In this ... promming the river cleansing fire
for you
You had your filthy and ...
still unseen in time
I ... these killing hands could ...
still human
I want to be changed from
shadow in the tomb
like water rushing over us
the tide pulls from the moon
your mother passing over silver moon
or this size to come
this ... will ...every see
from here
I want to be changed from
shadow in the tomb
like water rushing over us
the tide pulls from the moon
the tide pulls from the moon
the tide pulls from the moon.
