"Sheila rides on crashing nightingale
intake eyes leave passing vapor trails
a summer storm graces all of me
highway warm sing silent poetry
I could bring you the light
and take you home into the night."
...debería cambiar mi nombre,
todos los caminos llevan a Anabell Lee...
"I catch the rainfall through the leaking roof
that you had left behind
you remind me of that leak in my soul
the rain falls, my friends call
leaking rain on the phone
but there I was picking pieces up
you are a ghost of my indecision
no more, little girl"
Recolectando hojas en blanco para Sheila.