Temple of the Dog - Reach down
While our guts lie down in shame, in ways least attributable to self slander, lets chill and reach down.
Hear that riff, a thin soft wave followed by a turbulent distortion going an extra mile just to pacify our gutless mind.
All our voices squabbling over tense over dramatic events that passed through our eyes on an uneventful day. Across the street, a friend he is. Brag now, how eventful this encounter with you is. While my luggage is packed, clothes ironed, false pretensions wrapped under shitty clothes.
Reach down my mind.
Half Moon Run - Full circle
