Gardens & Villa – “Black Hills”

 

All through the night I was a redwood before your door

So I don’t die realize who was here before

sunlight through the blinds

black hills white nights

oh and you know native bones mixed in the walls

adobe bricks can make us scented wind and red clouds

sunlight through the blinds

black hills white nights

up on the mountain we climb

we watch the seas rise so high

we will be baptized just like before

white night sunlight

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