Playful lady memorizing me with that glare all night Walk away from me so you can walk right back How fast we move when we think it's true And how slow we live when we think we got nothing to do
Ride through the night for the sights are alright I mentioned earlier I thought I'd never really loved But once I saw those eyes of yours I believed in everything up above
Too long have I been walking alone round' here Too long have these hours weighed me down Now that I see you standing over yonder there I got one question to ask you...where?
Sweat soars from my trickling pours forever an' ever more The page bird sings as the prison bars glisten an' ring Either the number is slumbering or I'm to numb to remember Rendezvous with the likes of you I'll be forced to buy two
Itching on the bedpost with the moon hanging overhead I asked for a room but they gave me a furnished tomb Without your touch my life doesn't add up to much To mellow to be dramatic might as well blame the cinema ******
Cast off towards an ocean of solid full forgiveness Away from the prose of the modern mood You asked me what I thought of the late later bunch Didn't you see my face squeeze tight and scrunch
Either I know what I mean or I don't no anything These were the words of a father written off Either I listen to the tune of an invisible ***** loom These were swords swallowed by a mellow non-follower
Each night we break this break for the night is dead Dead to the touch of the living that believes in breathing Either we are here or we are elsewhere Love was the way you were to get to me
I bring my hand to mine face to touch something new But my broken catapulted finger nails seem frail Listen loud to train car race track atom bombs There was something there that lasted so ****** long
A laugh is the moment where one could die without regret It holds no rhythm but feels as if one has sunk into an absolute purity Lifting the weights of the weathered tethered to a dream Remember nothing for pondering in ponds just leads to song
End tunic bard players reaches for His final note Seventy years survived without a scratch to His pride Particulars were the smile the made the Bard riled Streets were His meat which He so finely cleaved
A farewell to the moment of torment swinging in permission Fish swim so gently up these streams A goodbye to the life that I never wanted to get to know A rambling phrase adios of tuition and admission