peregrine

Peregrine Where have you been Waking up on a cool sunday morning Here the guns The sound of your backyard Oh I know it's hard A waste of the past To cheat your tax Wandering at night Asking strangers for the time Though you know just where you ought to be Please don't cry For you'll be alright if you will it so For the veins in which our blood slides constitute the sky Wandering at night Asking strangers for the time Breaking your back on the staircase