Virginia Don't Drown Lyrics

praying through a telephone
mouths drying up into salt water lips and the waters
running low
this fire i'm feeding's a drunken hope and you know that
we sold your soul to the west coast
kept the search plane overhead to gauge your scoreboard
stride
but teh search plane has no megaphone and all the blue screens cripple your eyes
you know it's not now when the searchlights capture the
mountains and i follow the mountaintops
kill the vcr tracking ruts
the frost melts all the tumbleweeds to the city
virginia don't drown
a dry spell is coming

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