The Primitives
MARK LANEGAN · Houston Publishing Demos 2002 2015 · Track 07 of 12
Forget your family son The face on the clock, your foreign body The ship is just a frame Pinpoint eyes, seething decks and pain
You wonder how it should be You wonder how it should go Then deny no loathsome thing Hands beyond hands beyond oblivion swing
Forget your yesterdays son The face on the clock, your foreign body The ship is just a frame Pinpoint eyes, seething decks and pain