She smelled like a thunderstorm When I met her Down in the tenderloin Sipping tea Vicodin pills, some scotch And a sweater Soon I was feeling Back on my feet She lived in a little shack By the water The sound of the ships Would lull us to sleep A couple of sloths the world Had forgotten With nothing but youth & faraway dreams After the saints fly home Solomon resting in his tomb Paperbacks on a train Sugarcane fields All wet with rain Hurricane lanterns glow After the rain the boats are slow I'd rather be left behind Nothing's as pure as an empty mind
Casa Batllo
She smelled like a thunderstorm When I met her Down in the tenderloin Sipping tea Vicodin pills, some scotch And a sweater Soon I was feeling Back on my feet She lived in a little shack By the water The sound of the ships Would lull us to sleep A couple of sloths the world Had forgotten With nothing but youth & faraway dreams After the saints fly home Solomon resting in his tomb Paperbacks on a train Sugarcane fields All wet with rain Hurricane lanterns glow After the rain the boats are slow I'd rather be left behind Nothing's as pure as an empty mind
