Daniel Sohn - Roxanne

Your ice cold finger traces down the vertebrae I barely hold
A film that colors everyone you know and everything you were told
She's young, she doesn't understand
You twist the knife and squeeze her hand
You cut her open, Roxanne
You cut her open, Roxanne
You cut her open, Roxanne
The saline smile's copy paper just to say there's someone who cares
With gums receding into hidden pockets, shadows under the stairs
You're caught up in the left unsaid
The flowers on the bowery
I put a hole in her hand
I put a hole in her hand
I put a hole in her hand
You take the bait and breathe it in
You slip into another skin
You got me hoping for sand
You got me hoping for sand
You got me hoping for sand
You got me hoping for sand
You got me hoping for sand
You got me hoping for sand

Written by:
Daniel Sohn

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