Morning Giants - Waiting for Wilson

Feed Not
Whole Beasts

Seed Not
Whole Feasts

And the summer wind
Is blowing in your brunette hair

You can be mine
'Til the bitter end

We are Walken
Then you fall into a river bed
"So long!", you waved and said!

QUAY
TOW

Written by:
Michael Gaito

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