Memoir of Don Crowe
Don Crowe, its not your winter,
Oh no, its not that easy
Don Crowe its not your winter
but still
I will use the day to find you.
follow with the plan, with it youre a man, its not the tendercoat
we fall to indie your, tattercall, fell the floor
e~lip to my side of the pockchewpide
tandems bell secrete unendeavors, sweet unendeavors
its written in the letters to
Don Crowe, its not your winter,
Oh no, its not that easy
Don Crowe its not your winter
but still
I will use the day to find you.
follow with the plan, with it youre a man, its not the tendercoat
we fall to indie your, tattercall, fell the floor
e~lip to my side of the pockchewpide
tandems bell secrete unendeavors, sweet unendeavors
addicted to these letters
addicted to these letters
ink so cold, it sinks right through the skin
you thought the door was locked but he walked right in
and still, I will use the day to find you.