Røyke

Its there, its where it begins and it s calling your name you ve been down there all night in a state that I cannot explain behind grey curtains of ash from a word it was born now smoke rises high from your head, morning mist laying dead on naked shoulders no flowers no thorns hey, love, stay the fuck out of my home Ive told you a thousand times cause my brain tells me youre dangerous and my belly says youre just too hard to find a kiss from swollen lips of ashes will probably blow this wh