Daniel Norgren - Highbird lyrics

The room had an old table fan, A red telephone and a beer stained bed. The streets were filled with drums and smoke, They were playing songs for the dead. And the bands went on and on, While we danced and f**ed and drank up in our room. And the sea layed like a big black toad, In the light of the moon. Came down the winding road, I'm a ... on the radio. The sun was like a jungus grown with a fever, And a big white halo. She sat back with her eyes closed, Beautiful like an eagle. She is the apple of my eye and the eagle Of my life. I get to marry her I get to marry her One day. She promised.