Travelling Aardvark Kashmir

Your ponies your white ponies
they got shot in the head
red blood that stains the green grass
makes your shrink into your chest
my train has left the platform
steam blowing like breathing sand
the mark you left on my heart
shaped like a piece of shattered glass
well she went home
we got his gun
she shot him down
now he lays there in the sun
can’t wash you off me
can’t wash you off me
i’m trying can’t wash you off me
can’t wash you off me