Jericho Brown - My parents snoring lyrics

A hails storm leaves Dents in the trees. And still they sleep bent and Pushed to the ground Branches brush. The gra**, a sound Like her throaty alto. Braches beat windows a plea for escape His nasal ba**. I know this tune by heart. Have never known them apart. from exhaustion A drizzle trialing a sudden storm A dirge for callused hands at rest. may they never dream of scrubbing.