New Orleans
the blood red wine on Bourbon St.
flows through the streets, down the gutters
and forgets itself in the sea
you are in a hospital bed
after too many pills
they will not let me see you
are you still sleeping?
New Orleans
the blood red wine on Bourbon St.
flows through the streets, down the gutters
and forgets itself in the sea
you are in a hospital bed
after too many pills
they will not let me see you
are you still sleeping?
