Depends upon the day, the place
The amount of light through the southern panes
Based upon the subtle shades
Around my neck and through my veins
Rolled up like sleeves, a comfort to me
With a crisp cold lip and a floor wiped clean
Oh, yes
There is no step close enough to see
But it depends upon such things as these
The none, the less, the purpose of me
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
Depends upon the day, the place
The amount of light through the southern panes
Based upon the subtle shades
Around my neck and through my veins
Rolled up like sleeves, a comfort to me
With a crisp cold lip and a floor wiped clean
Oh, yes
There is no step close enough to see
But it depends upon such things as these
The none, the less, the purpose of me
