Spirit Ditch — текст песни (Sparklehorse)

I want my records back

And that motorcycle gas tank

That i, spraypainted black

The owls have been talking to me

But Im sworn to secrecy



I woke up in

A burnt out basement

Sleeping with

Metal hands

In a spirit ditch



The moon it will rise with such

Horse laughter

Its dragging pianos to the ocean

If I had a home

Youd know itd be

In a slide trombone



I woke up in

A burnt out basement

Sleeping with

Metal hands

In a spirit ditch



(mum on answerphone interlude)



I woke up in

A burnt out basement

Sleeping with

Metal hands

In a spirit ditch