Location: North Platte, NE
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinkin' from a fountain
That was flowin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
...therefore i think i love you or something
Gibby Haynes is pure, unadulterated genius.
...desperation has nothing to do with love.
But a girl who can appreciate a Butthole Surfers song is a beautiful thing... just sayin' ;-)