Reservoir Songtext
von Brown Horse

Live life from the top shelf corner of the next town′s megastore
Lick the blood split from the thumbnail, skin picked wicked sore
Close the clay-covered ground wood pulp inked pages of a magazine
Polycotton shirt cuff hanging torn off, halfway from the sleeve


Bloodied stubbed toes ache scraped bare across the bathroom floor
Wiping cheeks red wet from the parade outside the mall
The good times passed and never did they ever really
Stop to say goodbye
Bent down, suit tie, snack table, toothpick to the eye

Snow-flaked scalp shakes long white trails across his back
Gets off the bus and then walks heavy down the dirt road track
Strips pits naked body milk white even paler than a northern star
Head first leapt through the front door, flooded for a reservoir

Live life from the top shelf corner of the next town's megastore
Lick the blood split from the thumbnail, skin picked wicked sore
Close the clay-covered ground wood pulp inked pages of a magazine
Polycotton shirt cuff hanging torn off, halfway from the sleeve