Tekst:
The Promise Ring The Horse Latitudes

Some nights my room's dark, and her lips wet with tea. And second-hand ocean air. Breaking ice into my drinking glass, drinking glasses to break the

She drank white wine. Makes me want to marry her memories, madly. And she slept across the ocean as we crossed the ocean. And I got cross with the ocean

Your house chased smells of sweets and cakes, strolled down around the bend. After rain, rising, springing. Aspiring to be a hill. I'd hang my hat in

diving in. Tornado country beat Allen lumber into mud ponds, sinking in. my ears are ringing I keep hearing summer setting, I keep hearing my ears ringing