Singer:sparklehorse
i want my records back
and that motorcycle gas tank
that i
spraypainted black
the owls have been talking to me
but i'm sworn to secrecy
i woke up in
a burnt out basement
sleeping with
metal hands
in a spirit ditch
the moon it will rise with such
horse laughter
it's dragging pianos to the ocean
if i had a home
you'd know it'd be
in a slide trombone