181 words by 1 writer in San Francisco

Stories filed under Lyrics

Beach, summer, lyrics

Hollow Bones.

by John McAlester

San francisco — Hollow Bones I never hear you coming Passed the night between your sleepy eyes One more time we’ve told our precious stories And held out hands to hold our heads up high I dream of cancer washing ove...

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