Melancholy tongs wind, little music box, tell me the secret
To fields of daisies, that golden gaze,
You lifted me within your arms, I was charmed,
Watched the heat from your hat imprint upon your brow,
We melted along mainstreet, as your song rang through,
Throwing out twirling notes into the falling world
I heard, in the quiet after a chord, we swayed
Reaching for applause like panting dogs on a hot summer's day
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
Melancholy tongs wind, little music box, tell me the secret
To fields of daisies, that golden gaze,
You lifted me within your arms, I was charmed,
Watched the heat from your hat imprint upon your brow,
We melted along mainstreet, as your song rang through,
Throwing out twirling notes into the falling world
I heard, in the quiet after a chord, we swayed
Reaching for applause like panting dogs on a hot summer's day
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