Distorted Ghost

In clusters we move through a farm Somewhere far off the thunder roaring And the fortune teller has fixed her sweetly eyes on my child Sometimes I climb high up in a tree And let the wind blow in my face Sometimes I leave my cares lying in piles Some

stayed up all night with the bugs in the bright and the air turned cold and black turtle trapped on its back I'm waiting for nothing waiting for nothing I'm waiting for nothing I'm waiting for nothing rising from the earth measuring our worth and the

If i had If i had more More would be laid at your feet If you give me Just a little smile The dogs on my trail wouldn't drag me back to jail I woke up in a horse's stomach one foggy morning His eyes were crazy and he smashed into the cemetery gates A