Darling you know i love it when you play the black chords
Let them echo through the house for a long minutes time
and show me the god in your fingertips
a lover's hand you have with that percussive beat
rumble those strings with a heavy heart
give the dead ivory a taste of your lip
the ecstasy, the thrill
the trill and timbre
the infantile touch of a player's soul
strumming through that sweet sound
It is my youth, my zenith, my dying wish
my every happiness
to hear your musical singing string,
'till the very end.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
Darling you know i love it when you play the black chords
Let them echo through the house for a long minutes time
and show me the god in your fingertips
a lover's hand you have with that percussive beat
rumble those strings with a heavy heart
give the dead ivory a taste of your lip
the ecstasy, the thrill
the trill and timbre
the infantile touch of a player's soul
strumming through that sweet sound
It is my youth, my zenith, my dying wish
my every happiness
to hear your musical singing string,
'till the very end.
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