Song | Oleander |
Artist | Kris Delmhorst |
Album | Shotgun Singer |
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Born a little soon, raised on too much moon | |
Learned to get by on leave me alone | |
Be the restless one, be the burning son | |
Then you filled your hands with oleander and | |
All the strippings of pride gone astray | |
All that secret work, all those pretty words | |
That still don't hold you | |
Now you spend your days in the dappled rays | |
Of his love like a fern in the shade | |
In a world of green no one's ever seen | |
And oh it holds you |