DAVID LYNCH:
You walk in dressed in Red,
Like a stick,
You leave in Black,
Carrying the weight of the world,
You rendezvous in Blue,
Wrapped in a storm,
An exotic fruit,
Smiling at ghosts,
Making the sign of the sleeping spider
(K)
DAVID LYNCH:
You walk in dressed in Red,
Like a stick,
You leave in Black,
Carrying the weight of the world,
You rendezvous in Blue,
Wrapped in a storm,
An exotic fruit,
Smiling at ghosts,
Making the sign of the sleeping spider
(K)
