grace romanian (feat. Graven Tyler)

I wicked what I could Given the rain There were 2 scrolls on the ground Every car That flies fickly by Is a f*ck of a powdered balloon Made a fortune in music Hit gongs with my head The blessed leather straps in your claws An unfortunate joke An untimely degree Of new wetness and gauds you claim yours In the last of my dream I was back in her house There were letters the whole counter long And the water was hot And the granite was not And the face of our Ever was wan For the months to come she Smoked me out like a thrush in The brush; one could chew on such fumes And it worked! Now I live In her baubled backyard With the forget-me-nots and the gnomes