It Breaks The Young Men
Jason Molina
The burning of that stare
From the woman
She stands cobra black
On the horizon
And darkness thrown in her path
Gray and true blue flash
From the motel sign
She ties up her hat on the platform
And is crying
And the archery of them eyes
Like fire through the darkness
Breaks the young men
It breaks the young men
It breaks the young men
It breaks the young men
It breaks the young men
It breaks the young men
It breaks the young men
It breaks the young men