Under the loop of stars
In the vulgar cold
The dead airport lay
By the pebbles of the highway
You soared to your lover
I hurried away my darling
With a howl in my throat
Hiding inside the weeds
In the orange grove
Black rooster crowed
Through the hollow of the midnight
With my blood shot
With stains on my fingers
I run with the damned my darlind
They have taught me to laugh
Tim Buckley - Monterrey Lyrics
Tim Buckley - Monterrey Lyrics
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Under the loop of stars
In the vulgar cold
The dead airport lay
By the pebbles of the highway
You soared to your lover
I hurried away my darling
With a howl in my throat
Hiding inside the weeds
In the orange grove
Black rooster crowed
Through the hollow of the midnight
With my blood shot
With stains on my fingers
I run with the damned my darlind
They have taught me to laugh
In the vulgar cold
The dead airport lay
By the pebbles of the highway
You soared to your lover
I hurried away my darling
With a howl in my throat
Hiding inside the weeds
In the orange grove
Black rooster crowed
Through the hollow of the midnight
With my blood shot
With stains on my fingers
I run with the damned my darlind
They have taught me to laugh