Texty písní Devendra Banhart

Devendra Banhart

Surgery I Stole

Surgery, I stole from you

Surgery, you stole from me

Have believe in apathy

Orange tree could be all a dream

All that I have seen of him

His money is such a lucky sin

Your eyes see sweet

But your mouth tastes tin

The toothbrush is black

That's the place where you're at

And a snake holds the knife

And a snake holds a knife

All I see, brings you close to me

All I do, brings me close to you

Summer snake dance for dance's sake

Into faraway, into faraway, faraway