Someday this will all die down
And we'll find the rhythm of you and me
Is nothin' more than
a 2 2 beat
Let's make up a song
full of longing and lust
Dance down the road
Stir up the dust
Promise me when I fall down
You'll kiss my brow and make it right
Sew my gaping wounds up tight
Pick up my heart
blow off the dust
Sing me a song full of
hope, faith, and trust
That oak tree fell straight down
Right here in my yard
Pushed around by the storm
The full moon looks down
Have we been here before
In a red nightgown
Tip toe cross the floor
The mist is rollin round
The sirens sing a song of desire
While we dance through this fire
Back full of scars
Splinters in my heart
The rooster cries
Out of time out of dark
The crops have been cut down
The field now lays exposed
And now I can see the road
Sun's coming up
Everything is so clear
Our eyes adjust
Goodbye my dear
Someday this will all die down
And we'll find the rhythm of you and me
Is nothin' more than
a 2 2 beat
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4 comments:
Just perfect; so good for you. These wild winds are bringing a change and a good one, too. Remember the dream about the cat in the fire.
Keep the pen to the paper.
~ Ruth
Very nice! :D I like it
Thank you, thank you!
Real good to his this and other tunes at my apartment last night; this song makes you think.
Tim's song makes me howl and I hope he gets it out in time for the holiday!!!
Thanks again.
Word: implin
I'm only implin' that I'm right, as always.
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