Ralicke: Music
Mad Finder
(Ralicke-Salty Plum)
Sometimes
I wanna pull the flesh my bones,
Walk like a skeleton and have my feelings leave me alone.
I would gladly leave them.
Sometimes
There’s a desert and no sand,
A whisper dead sitting in a listener’s hand.
And it won’t matter
If you heard me before
‘Cause solitary is the taste of the deepest sore.
I’m the mad finder.
I’m the mad finder.
I’m the mad finder.
I’m a mad finder.
Sometimes
I lock the door to my room,
Look in the mirror
And then I dance with the moon.
I gotta dirty mind, thirsty,
Sittin’ on a park bench
And only thoughts of you
Seem to quench.