Liver in a bottle.
Heart in a suitcase.
Lungs in a plume of smoke.
Eyes that see only the road behind.
Ears that only hear rumours of things to come.
My mind stacks them up neatly on the backseat;
and my soul chases after them naked down the street.
Liver in a bottle.
Heart in a suitcase.
Lungs in a plume of smoke.
Eyes that see only the road behind.
Ears that only hear rumours of things to come.
My mind stacks them up neatly on the backseat;
and my soul chases after them naked down the street.