Every Part Of The Buffalo کے بول

My cheeks are salty breezes She’s got my mother’s dress on Thoughts moving through molasses Stay close and you’ll see past it I'm fast on my feet and I smile in my sleep An island full of wild horses I look at the Moon beams and see your wild eyes And they use every part of the buffalo Roosters croon from every angle And he hears the same song every day from the funeral home below I feel lucky and sorry and awe at the same time Took note when worlds collided Keep them when you’re reminded I'm missing you but we’ve only just met I’ll soon be in your arms again 'Cause in the wild you gotta be willing and this conversation could make us a killing Sometimes they catch me parading unabashedly Come have a drink on the porch and talk some trash with me As long as I stay amazed I am satisfied in so many ways