Jack Fister

Lyrics

BLACK WIND MOAN:

I shake your palm trees on a well-lit night street
On the cement, stone, and breeze
Back where those black winds moan
Winter’s hungry for a loan
You bet the seasons still try year-long to swallow me

It’s the same to me, I’ll be rightly hanging on
It won’t be long, won’t be long until I’m gone
It’s the same to me, I’ll be rightly hanging on
It won’t be long, won’t be long, til I’m gone

The tide will reel in all time and feeling
Forms wheel to heal again
I’ve got a graveyard mind and an eye on fire
I just don’t bet too much of mine
On the things I still shield to think I win