2.4

i'm on the floor
like a dirty dirt whore
what lies you've told me
tell me more

i'm reminded of black beauty
watching the little creatures cry
i'll find the good story
as the dark sorrow dies

all the songs are sung
with drunk darling eyes
be my huckleberry sister
i'm your stolen last try

with all your heart
you try to deceive
the only wish made
is the one your believe

i'll follow the magic willow trail
as you haunt my fading dreams
faces of the beautifully pale
stories of you and me