I ate a shadow at noon
the high of the sun broke me
down
on the side of the road
I was coming for you, I was
count the drops of meaning in my blood
tears of sand
oil stained hands
gripping the steering wheel
won't go, not moving now
just mourning in solo
count the drops of meaning in my blood
it's an old fashioned love
want to stroke your hair, feed you grapes
hear about your pillage
it's an age old love want to stroke your hair
feed you grapes
talk about your life, your wife, your village
I ate a shadow at noon
the high of the sun broke me
down
on the side of this thing
I used to call it love now I don't know what's happening
If I cry to the ocean she comes for me
if I cry to the moon he runs from me
it's an old fashioned love wanna stroke your hair
an age old love, want to
it's an old fashioned love wanna stroke your hair, wanna
.... count the drops
of meaning in your blood
