Absinthe
said the window to the Northern Rain, ‘i could touch her poetry but it’s not the saim’ even a whisper can’t calm her down and when i look into her eyes, she’s nowhere to be found i got some visions but they ain’t mine i can see the clock but it ain’t got no time across the sky there’s lightning comin’ down when I look into her eyes but she was nowhere to be found she likes to put ABSINTHE in her tea and watch the moon all behind the sea the moonlight sung like a bullet in her teeth….. I like the way the pump makes her laugh, we’d leave this town but its’ out of gas, even the MOTELS don’t have any room on the twelth night there was a halo around the moon I can hear the WIND BLOWN’ through her ears I haven’t been this hungry in eleven years across the sky there is lightnin’ comin down