Lyrics She Is Here - Cable

Gifts of silver and coal
Cold front moving like a snail
Crisp skin, broken legs, "she′s here"
You've killed summer, lady luck is a fucking whore
Made in Mississippi, play me your blues old man
Tinted red sunglasses are your best friend
Stained green sheets are Benedict Arnold, "she′s here"
I love those moments, still yet hostile
Arctic season, slow yet fierce