It Is A Long Look Down
Jason Molina
An innocent mouth
In a black room
And never run about home
Suffering at home
It's human posture and its code
The mouth and the room
The room and them eyes
Look down from their window onto me
And it's a long look down
It's a long look down on me
And I never forgot
The dread in the dark
Coursing through me like fire
Like fire
Like fire
Like fire
