My song Wolves and Waves :)
Here are the lyrics:
I talk to wolves about the waves,
With and old Briggs box full of wood picture frames,
That the world should be in,
But you’re not.
Sand paper I used to shape,
This salt shrunk ship to take me away,
With an old Barlow knife,
My grandfather used.
Narrow tobacco and I felt your God blow,
On the back of my neck,
With this misconstrued mess,
That you, got yourself into.
Here are the lyrics:
I talk to wolves about the waves,
With and old Briggs box full of wood picture frames,
That the world should be in,
But you’re not.
Sand paper I used to shape,
This salt shrunk ship to take me away,
With an old Barlow knife,
My grandfather used.
Narrow tobacco and I felt your God blow,
On the back of my neck,
With this misconstrued mess,
That you, got yourself into.






