Crash

How fast do you think I will go
Down this hill that seems so steep
Lined with cracks and large pot holes
I am small but this valley is quite deep

Brushing along
Gaining the speed
Can I slow down?
Before I wobble?
This is the strength that I'll need
Now I am the wind's to gobble

Losing my balance
The last thing I see
Colorful cement
With the generous gems
Soaking violence
My soul it keeps
My wine spills out in long red stems
OWH

Brushing along
Gaining the speed
Can I slow down?
Before I wobble?
This is the strength that I'll need
Now I am the wind's to gobble

That sweet embrace consuming me
Head over heels, that lovely weave
This is the stretch that I'll need
Over my dead body It will feed



Credits
Writer(s): George Levi Grenell
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