A Picture and a Song

Is a wind makes a palm stop blowing

If you go, I will surely die

She’s my fave, undressing in the sun

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground try this trick and spin it, yeah

Give me wide Ground to run

You’ll think I’m dead, but I sail away on a wave of mutilation

My words get blown away

I went by your place There was nobody there

She said, “I can tell you stories that could make you cry”