Letra de Santa Barbara

Pour on the rum on the wound And send kisses through a postcard The winter has come Straight to the bones Wile you're still rubbing your eyes Let the wax dry on the pulps Prayers are becoming courses Salt-away heart/cuttlebone knife ...nobody loves as i love you tonight! Far away from here Where the sky is getting clear The blueberries float In the outdoor washtubs And my hampered fingers As a compass without a needle It will never end Looking for your hands Far-from-here-so-far-away Far-from-you-far-far-away Over the foam of the waves The tail of the whale Over and over And more far away!