Young Legs (Demo)

I can't believe that it's true

But I mean every word I said to you

Rolling around in our burn hole

I felt something I haven't felt before

I can't believe I was there

Stout little fingers running all through my hair

Scratching up the walls of our cave

Oh, how I wish I had stayed

We could have seen everything in blue

Oh, I think that you know the truth

What did you see, Martha Lee?

Tell me, sick love child drunken with lust

What did you see in that dream?

Besides young legs

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