Perrett’s Brook
Oliver Wilde
Perrett's Brook got shook up
I'll see you two months from now
And I hope it tastes the same
I've come from where you came
And I've heard your songs of pain
And I feel the same sometimes
Perrett's Brook got shook up
I can you see your tire marks
And road signs glow in the dark
You feel it closing in
The dashboard is shinning
All fairy lit and tragic
Perrett's Brook got shook up
Headlights melt the frost
Beating down on the ground
Night she blankets in
Covering as you tread
Way out into your spirit