Sp In the West
Living in the presence of death
How you teach me the ways
With a countenance resembling a thunderclap
You have some sway o’er me
And I skip to the beat of my heart as the sun moves over the West
“I tried to visit it once” you said, “death”
you slowly ingratiate yourself with your ways
and you have sway o’er me
as I lie my head on your chest I hear a heart that booms as loud as a thunderclap
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