In my eyes, indisposed in disguise as no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake and the sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench, ‘neath the black the sky looks dead
Call my name through the cream and I’ll hear you scream again
A great song.
Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired friend.
Times are gone
For honest men
Sometimes far too long for snakes
In my shoes
Walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep.
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings like you anymore