Let Me In
Paco Del Stinko

The first house is white, the end of the trip for the tripe
Half a lung full of air, is all I need to sigh

Let me in
I carry the wind

The fault of your altar, makes for paper Gibraltar
An effortless breath, even after Sir Walter

Let me in
I carry the wind

A youthful John Wayne, couldn't blow down Earth's grain
Your chin is no chimn, where the crest splits the rain

Let me in
I carry the wind