Santa Barbara - A Toys Orchestra

Pour on the rum on the wound

And send kisses through a postcard

The winter has come

Straight to the bones

Wile you're still rubbing your eyes

Let the wax dry on the pulps

Prayers are becoming courses

Salt away heart cuttlebone knife

Nobody loves as I love you tonight

Far away from here

Where the sky is getting clear

The blueberries float

In the outdoor washtubs

And my hampered fingers

As a compass without a needle

It will never end

Looking for your hands

For your hands

For

Far from here so far away

Far from here so far away

Over the foam of the waves

The tail of the whale

Over and over

And more far away