ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bedand tie the bottom corners to my ankles how shadows can stretch us, twist us,re-shape us, eventangle us but never break us how soul touches soul on the lips and you take my wristknowing it’s your wrist...
ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bed and tie the bottom corners to my ankles how shadows can stretch us, twist us, re-shape us, even tangle us but never break us how soul touches soul on the lips and you take my wrist knowing...
