White Cat - Wand

If you’re leaving at the sunrise with the map on your head

There’s some streets at night to draw away your spirit

She told me a pawn is a pair of old horse teeth

And the laughter, hear it echoing through jungle walls

Look into the trees and you can see her sleeping

Took a toy of mine and she crushed it in her claws

If you’re leaving at the sunrise with the map on your head

I have several other tiny motivations

Animating me to take away your self control

Just an old white cat living in California

Just an old white cat living in California

Just an old white cat living in California

Just an old white cat living in California

Just an old white cat living in California

Just an old white cat living in California