white horses
she’s steeped in the bath
oh those drips make her laugh
they came down on top
down the stairs
in the basement where
the kids sleep every night
and ride to the moon
on white horses too
and laid down
before the sunrise
and i’ve seen your fair
face all covered in hair
with a bill you braided in
we brave it each week
with each tongue in a cheek
and the teeth just grind the bone
adoring our time
with the fruit and the wine
til we can’t carry on
then we’ll ride to the moon
on white horses too
laid down
before the sunrise
and i’ll kiss your fair
face covered in hair
with a bill you braided in
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- April 24, 2009 / 3:26 am
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