From the moisture of lakes
To the cave of the fire
I go down from the cliff
With the rope of desire
Like Moses I run
On the bottom of sea
Lay my head down to rest
In the valley of silk
Round tops of the hills
The last stand of the kings
Spirits show me the way
It goes somewhere between
So I roll down the dunes
To the dry wishing well
Have no many to put
Have a dream to fulfill
Getting close to the border of lowland
If I have to I'll shoot down the lawman
On the ridges oblique
All my sentiments lost
Leave my tent in the forest
And tighten the rope
Every tectonic shift
Every sigh is a dope
But this babe raises gun
And make my heart stop
Down
© Copyright: Ярослав Тремасов, 2013
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