from AFNY Collaborations Vol#1 (2001)

can i park my armor here? 
will you pass me the baton? 
take it off and disappear 
and i really start to run 

promise me a honeybee 
i can smell the early pine 
a crooked black skeleton key 
when you cross the finish line 

oh…when you cross the finish line 

wrap your feet in spiderwebs 
they are watching from the stands 
i’ll meet you where the highway ends 
as the pipe slips through your hands 

promise me a honeybee 
i can smell the early pine 
a crooked black skeleton key 
when you cross the finish line 

oh…when you cross the finish line 

now your name is miracle 
when you trip on your bad leg 
only one more bend to go 
hang your coat up on its peg 

promise me a honeybee 
i can smell the early pine 
a crooked black skeleton key 
when you cross the finish line 

oh…when you cross the finish line

[thanks to Francesco Mapelli for the lyrics]

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