Late at night when I can't feel my thumbs
I'm still opposable to the rising of the sun
So i try to lose myself
In many ways
Till I'm gone
On the nightwatch we lay upon the shore
Waiting like serpents for something soft and warm
In the moonshine we swam beneath the waves
Light on our bodies, giving us away
To the hungry eyes
All around
Now I lie heavy beneath the whiskey gold
My head still echoing with the nights when we were bold
And what seeds were sown when we were stoned and bare
And who's harvesting beneath the midnight air
While the cowboys and Indians get shuffled my dreams
Was it hi-yo silver or feathers on the breeze?
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