On Sunday the wind blows from the east
On Monday the wind blows from the west
On Sunday the wind blows from the east
On Monday the wind blows from the west
See the earth shatter ‘neath the footsteps of thunder
Hear the confusion of the earthbound soul . . .
Like a crutch fallen by roadside accident
Becomes a doorway or window of warm cement
Feel my need for flesh+blood
A panurge of love & dissolution
Red sound marketed throughout this desert
Reel heat freezes stuck in the timepiece
On Sunday the wind blows from the east
On Monday the wind blows from the west
On Sunday the wind blows from the east
On Monday the wind blows from the west
Red sound marketed throughout this desert
Reel heat freezes stuck in the timepiece
Timepiece
Timepiece
The timepiece
See the earth shatter ‘neath those footsteps of thunder
Hear the confusion of the earthbound soul . . .
Like a crutch fallen by accident
Becomes a doorway or window of warm cement
Feel my need for flesh+blood
A panurge of love & dissolution