At The Foot Of Gunflint Trail Testo

nothing sounds quite like the water
washing over
all those hundreds of small stones
that make up the beach
below the room.
i have ways to cut you back down to size.
pray that i dont use them.
i have ways to snap you right back in line.
PRAY THAT I DONT USE THEM.
nothing feels quite like
pure black
ice cold
northern lake air
on my wet skin
as we sit out
and watch traffic
and stars.
i have ways to cut you back down to size
pray that i dont use them.
i have ways to snap you right back in line.
PRAY THAT I DONT USE THEM.
you can have it all
any chance i have
of anything AT ALL-
just leave me that town.
cuz NOTHING is quite like it
at all.
i remember EVERYTHING.
when i drive by the foot of the trail
ill remember the love.