The sound of your voice reaches out to choke me
Those eyes never so wild
Your macabre demeanor so comforting-
A gallery of strife
In a garden of dismay
Lay me down-suffocate me
String my heart on wire above your bed
But let each pump reflect what you said
Send my regards across the sea
For my eyes will never see thee
A transit lover you will be
Unless you accompany me
A love song-lost
Locked in a castle basement- ball and chain
Heard only by the mice
I'll linger like smoke from a fire that has burnt out
But will disappear in time
Pushing daisies has become my hobby
Jun 16, 2011
Jun 16, 2011 at 8:18 PM UTC
The sound of your voice reaches out to choke me
Those eyes never so wild
Your macabre demeanor so comforting-
A gallery of strife
In a garden of dismay
Lay me down-suffocate me
String my heart on wire above your bed
But let each pump reflect what you said
Send my regards across the sea
For my eyes will never see thee
A transit lover you will be
Unless you accompany me
A love song-lost
Locked in a castle basement- ball and chain
Heard only by the mice
I'll linger like smoke from a fire that has burnt out
But will disappear in time
Pushing daisies has become my hobby