A week 2 song for my blog/project fivetosevenweeks.wordpress.com. Just like all my songs for this project, this is a rough recording.
They say that the apple don't fall very far from the neighborhood where it was born
and the neighborhood where she was born was a cold blooded one
She's coming home, she's coming home for you, kid.
She's coming home, she's coming home for you.
She was doubting the look in his eyes when he tried to explain the faint smell of perfume
and you'd better know god damn well she knows who...
She's coming home, she's coming home for you, kid.
She's coming home, she's coming home for you.
They say that the weight of the world at your back is no excuse for the weight of a gun
but the weight in her hand kicked back a black spackle of smoke
She's coming home, she's coming home for you, kid.
She's coming home, she's coming home for you.
The roof of her mouth is holding tight to her tongue, her sweat collects inside the crease of her hand
and the creases of the hands of the man she loved ran red
She's coming home, she's coming home for you, kid.
She's coming home, she's coming home for you.
The gravel and guilt in her gut keep her warm for the very last thing she must do
You'd better run big sister will be here soon
She's coming home, she's coming home for you
She's coming home, she's coming home for you
She's coming home, she's coming home for you
Ok, something happened to unsync the sound and video. To hell with it.
queequeger 2 years ago