who has waited for thirty years
i counted him dead, but never could stop
loving the dead man
doing that dead man waltz
so now, my dead man
come find me some way
it's no longer the Seventies
you may find me by a half
broken/half-built wall
if this kind of thing even matters to you
come find me by a broken civilization
I will be the only puppet left in town
When I try to write to you I hear broken Em# ninths
Chords & Wings and all the smashed things
You have haunted me to the end
End? Nothing is stronger than my need for you
Crawling as I might do in search of the one, the You
I become a lobster, or worse,
I am a Crayfish
For Your Love
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
who has waited for thirty years
i counted him dead, but never could stop
loving the dead man
doing that dead man waltz
so now, my dead man
come find me some way
it's no longer the Seventies
you may find me by a half
broken/half-built wall
if this kind of thing even matters to you
come find me by a broken civilization
I will be the only puppet left in town
When I try to write to you I hear broken Em# ninths
Chords & Wings and all the smashed things
You have haunted me to the end
End? Nothing is stronger than my need for you
Crawling as I might do in search of the one, the You
I become a lobster, or worse,
I am a Crayfish
For Your Love