Terminal Burrowing from Hole by Banjo Ulysses
Tracklist
| 12. | Terminal Burrowing | 4:37 |
Lyrics
The snows gone gray,
But It continues to blister my cheeks,
And squeeze the breathe from my lungs,
There is no moon, just a dim smear
Apathetic in its guidance
frozen organs of a deer blend with brown slush,
a truck passes by.
This road feels longer than it used to be, skinnier too
I now notice that the barbed wire tore a hole in my jacket
This was my brothers favourite jacket
Im sorry
A man asked me if I’d like a ride,
So I ran into the field
I think I’ll lie down a while
Credits
from Hole,
released May 26, 2022
License
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