() Bombed

Love there are flowers
hanging in the vine
so high you cannot see

Now my mind must go on holiday,
torn from it's hook, a broken valentine

I see the smoke from a revolver,
will I get hit, I hardly care

When I'm bombed
I stretch like bubblegum
and look too long
straight at the morning sun

Love there are flowers
along the avenue,
all things perfectly in place

I build a shrine
I set a monument
because you're fire
because you're a fire escape

Mark Lanegan
(Van het album Bubblegum)

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