Under the Bare Soles

whether you'll write just one address on the road never guessed. When would it raises sharp pointed exactly on bare soles this was still yesterday we stand in the midst of the fire you ignite. Your anger so that wouldn't leave the rest when the morning we completed let's play at the end of the ragged childhood. Running into the sky cracks and this mouth you brought couldn't told a thing as a mark it should has removed when we were stuck in the road number that never was let's make a night the orange before you pull me from the calendar numbers embark on a journey of the same which always ends up being the carcass in an ambush pointy under bare soles