Robert Pollard - Frequent Weaver Who Burns lyrics

rate me

Pagan shutters described at shrine

Dark stems large elephantine

Serpent seasnake zebra

Up love and deliver your good speech

Of youth and perfect skin

Skygazing free of sin

Clipped at the hip peglegged and cracked

Expressing trivial concern

And then I long .

I'm the frequent weaver who burns

Shaft birth pride of pity

Going back from country to city

Come home now to surround you

You've no more to learn

Who do you think you are?

I'm the frequent weaver who burns<br />

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Thanks to razvan