Teksty: Irving. Crumbling Mountain Tops.

She's drawing pictures with a razorblade she says
she wants to spend the day with me
she tells me of the time she went to rescue all her
pills from the empty corner pharmacy
I wonder how she feels

And as I lay I heard the crumbling mountain tops
inside my feeble wandering restless disposition
wondering if she's been here all along
wandering in and out of all the hallways of my mind

And so I lay beside her on a mattress in the kitchen
and we watch the sun come up and she takes my
hand beneath the blanket to her body and she whispers softly
that she was glad that we had met