Black Kite

?/Fralcascroco/? -- "Cant make it out"
Nicotine stains my throat
On this slow moving boat
I am, Looking for you

Down the river
along the sea
Up in the sky a big black kite
Follows...

Stranger with skin pale as the moon,
awoke me in my hotel room.
on my mid connection to an unknown world,
Im hoping to find you...

Down the mountain,
Pear and apple trees.
Up in the breeze a big black sheet
Falling...

Empty park so lifeless and quiet,
I walk it every day.
on my way to china town,
To by presents. for My love.

Black kite...
Black kite.

Telephone beside my bed,
Will it ever ring?
Paper laying at my door,
there outside the window,
The black kite.
Black kite...

Black kite...



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Edward Kozelek
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