Paroles de He Was Upstairs
Near the woodpileBefore the rain
Where he last saw the snake
With teeth clenched
Soured heart
Lover's changed hands
An axe within reach
And a distant stare that weaves
Through the grass and waits
For a stranger's one mistake
And a distant stare that weaves
Through the grass and waits
For a stranger's one mistake
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