Kirsten Supine
SWANS · To Be Kind 2014 · Track 06 of 09
Written by Michael Gira
May moonlight fall upon your breast May god send wind to lick your lips The river flows beneath your comb Granite, pines -silver shine, green velvet throne Folding in, folding in, the watern sings the black horse scream May planets crash, may god rain ash, to sear our skin, to fold us in Kneeling close, seeking hands, our blood is warm, but what comes next!
I will let it go, I can't let it go I won't let it go, I can let it go