Casa Batillo歌词

She smelled like a thunderstorm
When I met her
Down in the Tenderloin
Sipping tea

Vicodin pills some scotch
And a sweater

Soon I was feeling
Back on my feet

She lived in a little shack
By the water
The sound of the ships would lull
Us to sleep

A couple of sloths the world
Had forgotten

With nothing but youth
And faraway dreams

After the saints fly home

Solomon resting in his tomb
Paperbacks on a train

Sugarcane fields
All wet with rain

Hurricane lanterns glow

After the rain the boats are slow

I’d rather be left behind

Nothing’s as pure
As an empty mind