Texty:
Sparklehorse

Ten to one piston And 292 to five-o-one camshaft The heads at 2, 214, 181 valves Bronze cast, they've been bow ported 850 double pumper holley 850 double

Shining motorcycle Through the trees we rifle We're gonna drive all night home We're gonna drive all night home Down to West Virginia Like the blood

Now, I lay me down to sleep I pray my soul to keep If I die before I wake I pray my soul to take Come on in, come on in Take me home tonight Now, in

If I had If I had more More would be laid at your feet If you give me Just a little smile The dogs on my trail wouldn't drag me back to jail I woke

There is a dead Opera star Floating in the great Dismal swamp And he was wearing A dress with watermelons on it And he stuffed his bra With spanish moss

It's crawling Still all in Befallen Cruel sun In summer Oh slumber My number Is up There's peaches In reaches With leeches At heart I'm thinkin' And

I will return here one day And dig up my bones from the clay I buried nails and strings and hair And that old tooth I believe was a bear's I held my

Your face is like the sun sinking into the ocean Your face is like watching flowers growing in fast motion All your kisses I swallowed Brightened mornings

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