Murder By Death

Murder By Death - Canyon Inn (Room 16) lyrics

Your hourglass shape in the light half covered in cloth the rest untouched. Thinking I don't feel like being a sentimentalist today and whispering wake up wake up the rain is slowing. Touching a hand to a head the static of the radio humming someone humming something pretty off where the antenna just can't reach.

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