The silver man
Sat on the stage
Pulled one leg up to his chest
And watched the crowd
The set a freight train
With no brakes
Screaming down
The mountain.
My skin so dark
Next to his
(sometimes he is quiet).
The silver man
Sat on the stage
Pulled one leg up to his chest
And watched the crowd
The set a freight train
With no brakes
Screaming down
The mountain.
My skin so dark
Next to his
(sometimes he is quiet).