The Weather

The Weather - Pond

He sold out both his eyes

Yet sees her face

Her thighs in lace

Oh why such waste

Ghosts are only negative space

Ancestors no blood

No place no mark

Just voices in the dark

The floor is covered in champagne

The leather and the blood

And all the sudden rain

Man you should've seen those cops baptise

The worst case scenario survival game

He sold out both his eyes

Yet sees her face

Her thighs in lace

Oh why such waste

The floor is covered in champagne

The leather and the blood

And all the sudden rain

And man

You should've seen those cops' baptise

The worst case scenario survival game