mirror stop
Enveloped in color
The recoil on the gun pushed her back
And the dogs always barked
Even though she knew they were right
She stomped off into a gunfight with a knife
Built up right to the edge of the sea
Sliding under the sunset like a great channel of silk waiting to be conquered
She knew there was nothing
She knew the earth was round
She knew shed find that sweet spot though
And lose herself in the abyss
The recoil on the gun pushed her back
And the dogs always barked
Even though she knew they were right
She stomped off into a gunfight with a knife
Built up right to the edge of the sea
Sliding under the sunset like a great channel of silk waiting to be conquered
She knew there was nothing
She knew the earth was round
She knew shed find that sweet spot though
And lose herself in the abyss