Ezra Bell
I Prefer Your Statue To Any Mannequin
I've been wandering these lonesome hills
Wondering if I can justify her fears
If its been gentle if it's been right
Do me one favor on the day that I die
Won't you carry my ashes down to the ocean
Wave goodbye on them tide bearing sands
Lean by the water where no one will notice
And let me be all the things that you asked of me then
Stand like a statue framed by twilight
Flanked by the facеs of what's left of our friends
Drink your breakfast stand up in thе fly write
And look for someplace you can hide it all in