You caught my eye, you
river of ice. You ask me
no questions. I’ll tell you,
peaks and valley hurricane.
You howling blizzard of salt.
Here is a white cave but no warmth.
Slow. Don’t walk too far.
Life is somewhere else.
You caught my eye, you
river of ice. You ask me
no questions. I’ll tell you,
peaks and valley hurricane.
You howling blizzard of salt.
Here is a white cave but no warmth.
Slow. Don’t walk too far.
Life is somewhere else.
This is Steve Leek—I’m having internet problems and will write you as so
Didn’t come through, Steve.