Shudder To Think - The Hair Pillow Lyrics
Veins and a rope. Gold hair wrung out. Laughing. From back of thesheep-shack,a high bleat hum. Veins map the hair pillow. Strung out. I'm sleeping.Its the kindof a nap, though, you don't wake from. Sky of gold. Pink and lazy inpond I lay.Take it slow. Drunk and crazy in a pond I lay