John Vanderslice - Song For Dana Lok Lyrics

The red band stretches out
Across the farallones dagger beach
Bay windows with victorian glass
and power lines that carried the telegraph
I taste salt on my tongue, I will stay strong I will not be undone
The sound of the alemany market is future sound
And I sighed in relief when bitter greens dropped to a dollar a pound
And night dropped the floor
And opened up a small wooden door
I taste salt on my tongue
I will not be undone