I AM NOT SUPERSTITIOUS
We wander through these woods each morning
I’ve started to notice a change
I’ve painted my face blue again and now I’m howling at the moon
Two mountains on the horizon
are arguing over who is right
We wander through these woods each morning
I’ve started to notice a change
I’ve painted my face blue again and now I’m howling at the moon
Two mountains on the horizon
are arguing over who is right