Frank Wiedemann, Ry & The Howling shortline

Rushing water
Unkeeps the colour
Turn the cheeks in shadow
At the shortline
Who am willing
Undress your heart string
Follow the thick thing boy
Turn the cheeks in shadow
On your shortline
Let's run to shelter
From violence for us that haven't
Hold our tounges and feel our lungs
On the shortline
On the shortline
On the shortline
On the shortline
On the shortline
On the shortline