A song for the Dead
3 Letters Mark the Day
An the shores of this coast line, where your ashes drift from the palm of my hand. Like the snow on the mountains, that God left after damning man. I still think about you, so I write your name with a stick in the sand. But waves wash you away, time erodes,
the sediment tole.
Fair Well, its time to let go. Take this time, All your time to let go.
And the water devides us like, the emptiness that filled your life.
granted through detachment, pillows soak a feverish cry.
a drempt of a caskit with, broken wings riddled with wholes.
But my tears wash you away, cheek bones carv, a canal of gold.
Fair Well, its time to let go. Take this time, All your time to let go.
And from the cliff sides, the ocean meets my eyes, drown
with wounds punchtured heart that sinks to the bottom.
And on the PCH, 3 letters mark the day, that you left us woundering why .
Where these dreams are left for you, higher than the clouds at this alttitued.
We opened up like a typhone, as you sank into the ocean blue.
P.S. AUGUST 30th, 6pm-12pm, Cobalt Cafe.
In Rememberece Of Wesley Schultz.
August in Avondale
RedLight District(reunion)
The Atma
& Tip-Toe Charlies.
Come to the Show to Remember
Our Friend Wesley Schultz.
An the shores of this coast line, where your ashes drift from the palm of my hand. Like the snow on the mountains, that God left after damning man. I still think about you, so I write your name with a stick in the sand. But waves wash you away, time erodes,
the sediment tole.
Fair Well, its time to let go. Take this time, All your time to let go.
And the water devides us like, the emptiness that filled your life.
granted through detachment, pillows soak a feverish cry.
a drempt of a caskit with, broken wings riddled with wholes.
But my tears wash you away, cheek bones carv, a canal of gold.
Fair Well, its time to let go. Take this time, All your time to let go.
And from the cliff sides, the ocean meets my eyes, drown
with wounds punchtured heart that sinks to the bottom.
And on the PCH, 3 letters mark the day, that you left us woundering why .
Where these dreams are left for you, higher than the clouds at this alttitued.
We opened up like a typhone, as you sank into the ocean blue.
P.S. AUGUST 30th, 6pm-12pm, Cobalt Cafe.
In Rememberece Of Wesley Schultz.
August in Avondale
RedLight District(reunion)
The Atma
& Tip-Toe Charlies.
Come to the Show to Remember
Our Friend Wesley Schultz.