The fires continued through the night
The kid with a bat face appeared at the window then disappeared into the headlights
I was halfway to the pacific coast
I had left you in your longing and your yearning like a ghost
There's little room for wonder now, and little room for wildness too
We crawl into our wounds
I'm nearly all the way to Malibu
I'm gonna buy me a house up in the hills
With a tear-shaped pool and a gun that kills
Cause they say there is a cougar that roams these parts
With a terrible engine of wrath for a heart
That she is white and rare and full of all kinds of harm
And stalks the perimeter all day long
But at night lays trembling in my arms
And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come
And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come
And I'm just waiting now, for my place in the sun
And I'm just waiting now, for peace to come
And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come
And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come
And we hide in our wounds and I'm nearly all the way to Malibu
And I know my time will come one day soon
I'm waiting for peace to come
And I'm nearly all the way to Malibu
wounds
white
walked
waiting
villages
villagers
village
these
their
stalks
square
spade
somewhere
somebody
sleeping
roams
where
quick
place
peace
parts
pacific
night
never
nearly
mustard
malibu
losing
longing
begins
wrath
crawl
always
collected
cause
cried
continued
collect
climbs
carry
fires
creatures
drops
child
darling
terrible
kills
animals
window
appeared
kinds
standing
someone
sicker
forest
shaped
beaches
buried
greatest
ghost
there
bucket
wonder
better
getting
trembling
mountain
buddha
shore
because
every
hills
disappeared
house
heart
everyone
hugged
engine
gonna
wildness
perimeter
heads
everybody
shake
halfway
yearning
cougar
headlights
through
coast
dreams
little
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