One of these summer-drenched days
I'm gonna think up a new world,
Pack up my thoughts,
And take up residence in a dream.
I'll choose a place where
Words are like water,
Women are like daggers,
And men cling tighter than spanish moss.
There I'll settle, beneath cobblestones,
Forever tinkering away in my mind:
Greasing the gears to make the dream
Smooth, like a river stone.
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 3:27 PM UTC
One of these summer-drenched days
I'm gonna think up a new world,
Pack up my thoughts,
And take up residence in a dream.
I'll choose a place where
Words are like water,
Women are like daggers,
And men cling tighter than spanish moss.
There I'll settle, beneath cobblestones,
Forever tinkering away in my mind:
Greasing the gears to make the dream
Smooth, like a river stone.
share, don't steal, etc.
This is very oooold.