lyrics file for you and what army?

going to bangkor

the ocean wind cold on our lips, the wild fern growing, sinking ships, all the signs are easy to read. in the morning you come my way, your skin is pink, the sky is gray, there's resh cranberries in you mouth with thick red water dripping out. you expect me to beleive everything you say, well o.k.

if these are wrong, or you know guitar chords, or just want to say hi, please write me at nall@themountaingoats.net