as a single, silver hair falls from your head
your twisted foot is stepping towards death
in the golden morning glow, you’re drunk with sound
listening to the cretins singing all around
stumbling between the sunlight beams
you’ll be feasting on all your words
and i can’t bring you back to your youth
but i can tell you just what to do
swim through life and be ready to die
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
as a single, silver hair falls from your head
your twisted foot is stepping towards death
in the golden morning glow, you’re drunk with sound
listening to the cretins singing all around
stumbling between the sunlight beams
you’ll be feasting on all your words
and i can’t bring you back to your youth
but i can tell you just what to do
swim through life and be ready to die