Radio Flyer's Last Journey
It's cold, it's raining
And Connecticut is hating me
The snowflakes on gallows, in the fall serenity
(Yeah)
Lay me down on thorns and nails
Splintering the bones
Lay me down on thorns and nails
The last one to pass in his bed
Again, leave me alone, I'm sorry, sorry
Lay me down
Poison nails
Lay me down
In this bed
He's warm, he's floating
And the angels wings are carrying
The radio flyer sends for him
And the mother now buries it
Lay me down on thorns and nails
Splintering the bones
Lay me down on thorns and nails
Last to pass in his bed
I'll open this bottle of wine
Writer/s: A Static Lullaby
