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Santa Barbara - A Toys Orchestra
Pour on the rum on the wound
And send kisses through a postcard
The winter has come
Straight to the bones
Wile you're still rubbing your eyes
Let the wax dry on the pulps
Prayers are becoming courses
Salt away heart cuttlebone knife
Nobody loves as I love you tonight
Far away from here
Where the sky is getting clear
The blueberries float
In the outdoor washtubs
And my hampered fingers
As a compass without a needle
It will never end
Looking for your hands
For your hands
For
Far from here so far away
Far from here so far away
Over the foam of the waves
The tail of the whale
Over and over
And more far away
