uma das grandes canções de kurt wagner, escondida no album "aw c'mon", 
outro daqueles nocturnos mais-que-perfeitos...




wearing a halo of mist

glowing pink and purple

in the afternoon light

sprawling from a hub

they gave way to patches of green

the wine colored country

unfolded as we tumbled into our rooms

and our travel kinks floated away

as we stroked the sunrise

and stained the lake a hazy pink

and the jade tree green rivers

and the apple trees

'n' the thoughts of wearing

our sun screen and evergreens

are layered like feathers at your feet

nothing but a blur from a bullet train

a picturesque, old teahouse with a carp pond

as we trundled out of the tunnel

as we trundled out of the tunnel

[ para a a.r., a mais recente convertida às costeletas de cordeiro ]