LYRICS: She stands her ground and tries to tell you how she's wise/ she's all bad luck & blue eyes/ a shadow in a sunset sky

In a vast open sea she struts into blue light/ wooden beams of broken dreams against water she finds/ slow black cars are on the prowl/ and how their eyes will change/ strange the way that strangers seem to nail her to the cross again

(hey, how's that for space, light & texture?!)- * an inside screenwriting joke.*

She's all bad luck & blue eyes.

Slow black cars are on the prowl (on the prowl)...and how their eyes will change (their eyes will change)...

Strange the way that strangers nail her to the cross again...

To the cross again...

To the cross again...

To the cross again...

ROUGH DEMO, 2014. New mixdown necessary.