[ilingku:055]
[ver:v1.0]
[ti:Whirling Dervish]
[ar:Thin White Rope]
[al:Sack Full of Silver]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.000]Whirling Dervish (Remastered) - Thin White Rope
[01:46.336]I realize it's two or three comparisons away
[01:50.507]But somewhere in the background of the calmest of your days
[01:54.642]A scrap of paper floats a thousand feet up in the air
[01:58.864]Abandoned by some dust devil that died and left it there
[02:12.003]The wind digs deep and peels up the skin of the land
[02:15.965]The howling current erases the prints from my hand
[02:20.360]I know you are a creature of soil and air
[02:25.131]If one becomes too heavy the other simply escapes from there
[02:37.671]When you unleash the
[02:39.695]Sand and wind
[02:42.460]I am suspended by your eyes
[02:46.063]Squirming like a beetle pinned
[02:49.932]Between the devil and the deep blue sky
[02:54.818]The wind licks off the tarpaper with sandy cat tongues
[02:59.430]Numberless horned bullets lodge in a lover's lungs
[03:03.083]At last I see the ghosts which
[03:05.061]Have been with me all along
[03:07.919]Spinning on an axis pointed straight up at the sun
[03:20.544]When the substance of our life together becomes too much
[03:24.557]And you threaten to remove the whirlwind of your touch
[03:28.829]I am only a piece of trash up a mile high
[03:33.541]Grabbing at the falling sand which held me in the sky