Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Slee!
Peter Von Poehl
Slee!
A lucky charm made of wind is all I have;
A jungle juice to shake my blood
Is what I need
I cried for the wolf that fed
Remus and Romulus
4/9 476 - time when she's gone
Is thrown out of joint
The see-through bridge I crossed
Sank in my sleep
Now my freedom is just the meal
Of some twisted fish
All the roads lead to Rome
A spy wears Caesar's crown
So, say, what's your poison?
Time, when she's gone
Is thrown out of joint
The slash in the ground is too deep
And the doctor's gone
The cracks are all around Tiber's bank
Who's gonna take the fall?
I'll wait with you on the other side
For better days to come
Right on the edge of mournful
Moonshot Falls
I've got a winter coat of wool
To hind my eyes
And a well-spiked cactus jack
That never lies
Springtime never saved so far
The one without a love
Whatever the hour - time
When she's gone, is thrown out of joint
The slash in the ground is too deep
And the doctor's gone
The cracks are all around Tiber's bank
Who's gonna take the fall?
I'll wait with you on the other side
For better days to come
Right on the edge of mournful
Moonshot Falls