Brisa Roche - Whistle

Brisa Roche - Whistle (clica per veure la lletra)

Eighteen coming like thunder
Platinum bangs and you under
Driving high on the Cliffside
Black rocks bared by the low-tide

Vapor-girl
The hissing car
Barely veils
Your fleet of stars

Palm on kerosene lantern
You, curled soft as a kitten
Hitch-hike over the passes
You, queen of cutting classes

Vapor-girl
The hissing car
Barely veils
Your fleet of stars

Crossing north to the island
Your ringed fingers in my hand
Puppet-strings over Coltrane
At the twins in the grey rain

Vapor-girl
The hissing car
Vapor-girl
The hissing car
Barely veils
Your fleet of stars