Tomas Eagle - Begonias

original. Note the pricks talkin even louder on this one. lyrics - Sitting in a garden where begonias reek of arson where the benches talk in passing of the trees who were their fathers. their leaves dont fall much faster than their cousins in the pastures and it doesnt seem to matter to the beech or oak that plaster this whole town. or the ones who cut them down. where can we go. hope is distant and our energies are low, whisper free your face my binds, hear my voice upon the breeze, cause a soul to want and falter shelter warm amongst my dreams. compass pointing southwards with my rose born of a coward past the plants so long deflowered would your father ask my dowry. weve seen the night and breathed the dawn with blackened face and damaged lung the city key was stolen on the day we pledged to run.

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