Beck
Miscellaneous
I travel aimlessly in my old boots
Loose ends bind my head
If you were thinking of going to the place where the pagans go
Put it together
Strange invitation.
Awake,
Someone drags my bones
We,
We wake up in the afternoon
And I remember your smile,
Where the wind wild
There is something empty
When it begins.
I travel aimlessly in my old boots
Loose ends bind my head
If you were thinking of going to the place where the pagans go
Put it together
Strange invitation.
(brain evacuation and compilation to text
By Carlos "of Neptune" or "the Beckerian".)