lights Truth be a whisper in a concert of dead mics I said right, options are limited Got a predicament Let me stop and think a bit and figure out who witness
Hair is scribbled on the pillows where I'm watching her sleep As I ponder if I'm on the wrong side of a dream Illustrated from a page of god's favorite
Sweet and low, Wondering how deep he goes So she's being bold and plunging 20, 000 leagues below The breed of fishes that she frequently swims with Cause
I've always hated these long good-bye poems If I saw the face of death, it's cause I kissed her with my eyes open Lipstick on my closed funeral casket
Last year, I was told by a gentleman You're looking at the best years of your life, kid Well, I guess they they're scheduled settle in Cause anything
Set sail We're leaving the harbor now Christen the ship Let the city slip from the starboard bow Remember when the waves were only waist deep? When the
There's a method to the madness of this attic I'm accustomed to But every spring I try to visit with a brush and broom Dust consumes this collection
