i'm a yellow chill
a daffodil in the rain
thought i found my place
kinda heard to explain
sip each glass of wine
your palette needs a rest
taste his cracker's brine
along your lips
signing documents
you can't help hide your grin
sweat beading down your brow
my nervous penmanship
is this what they call peace
four hundred dollars an hour
the clock says nine past three
rounding up minutes they devour
caught you dead to rights
my son's new step father
when he sees your blight
harvest grapes turn sour
i feel constant dread
our son can't cope the truth
so far above his head
your soulless attribute
i'm a daffodil, more like a coward in the rain.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
i'm a yellow chill
a daffodil in the rain
thought i found my place
kinda heard to explain
sip each glass of wine
your palette needs a rest
taste his cracker's brine
along your lips
signing documents
you can't help hide your grin
sweat beading down your brow
my nervous penmanship
is this what they call peace
four hundred dollars an hour
the clock says nine past three
rounding up minutes they devour
caught you dead to rights
my son's new step father
when he sees your blight
harvest grapes turn sour
i feel constant dread
our son can't cope the truth
so far above his head
your soulless attribute
i'm a daffodil, more like a coward in the rain.
These troubadours, between truth and lies, corrupt lovers, women and husbands and keep saying that Love proceeds obliquely
A tenso (Old Occitan [tenˈsu, teⁿˈsu]) is a style of troubadour song. It takes the form of a debate in which each voice defends a position; common topics relate to love or ethics.
