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I walked down the hill
Sluggishly and frail
The wind blew hard
Hard on me
I imagined it your ghost white body
Making love with me i walked down the hill
Found you crying at the window sill
There lies the bridge
Of our lost dreams
I want to see it once more before i leave
I still feel the sting in my hand
From when i hit you
I keep you picture
Tidy and safe in a shrine
And hope that in time
We'll have a house on the shore
That showers my soul
Washes away the violence that
Runs in my blood
Drains the pain that i caused you
Down through
Composição: Mark Kozelek
