Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Bonnie “Prince” Billy
A strange form of life kicking through windows, rolling on yards
Heading in loved ones, triggering odds
A strange one
And a hard way to come into a cabin, into the weather
Into a path walking together
A hard one
And the softest lips ever, twenty-five years of waiting to kiss them
Smiling and waiting to bend down and kiss twice
The softest lips
And a dark little room across the nation, you found myself racing
Forgetting the strange and the hard and the soft kiss
In the dark room
And a strange form of life kicking through windows, rolling on yards
Heading in loved ones, triggering odds
A strange one