The Promise Ring - Scenes from France in General lyrics

rate me

I sleep quite violently waking warm with thunder

and I'm the magician's girl.

Buttoning my cuffs at the wrist,

and split from my neck to my knees,

how badly I photograph.

To dream of a duel, speaking furious in Latin, the scald scar of water.

Woke snug as a virgin quietly humming.