Lucy - Trampled By Turtles

Lucy, where are you now?

Lucy, where are you now?

Lucy, where are you now?

Are you hiding?

Born in the firepit

Poetry on our grave

I forgot so many names

But I’m trying

I think it’s time to go

The bartender is mean and slow

And maybe he doesn’t know, that you’re blinding

And I need a night alone

The wind through the trees alone

The ice in the glass alone

Slow and shiny