At ease my prestige

At ease my prestige

Where I can begin is tge time of year right between spring and summer
I always laugh and embrace my lover

I yank Valentine's and to hell with cops comedy
I am the scheme I am the village you plonder

Where are we now under soft indian summer rain
Thunder storm screams across the desert
Below sea level. . Far above hell
Under the moon and stars and landing in paradise

Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 04/13/13