sing a song of love as gone,
or phases as you go.
Missing what was once anon and
Cathy cuts the show

tree's will fall and shall be heard
among the girls and boys
two faced is as ages long, while
re-unite in noise

say grace, can you pass the spoon?
so a dish can be rhymed with the moon (!)
Licked and rolled, pitched and coiled,
recognise the tune?

Unspeakable, the empty space. awkward
silences.
comfort gone to write a song with
what is left of taste.

Unspeakable, this empty space. awkward
silences.
comfort gone to write a song and
what is left of taste.

say grace, can you pass the spoon?
so a dog can be rhymed with the moon (!)
you get licked and rolled, as you're pitched and coiled,
and you try to recognise the tune.

In your face.
But still a blur.
a tidy front.
the cold is sure.
gather all the waste
and never leave it, never love it
all is wanting to be sure of all we never know

draw the curtains, shade your eyes while
thieves will get prepared.
with good(S) on show, of deep inside
will long for to be dared.

eyes of smoke, you hate the deed but
love the girl despite.
draw a load, behind the day
that offers a respite.

say grace, can you pass the spoon?
so a dog can be rhymed with the moon (!)
you get licked and rolled, as you're pitched and coiled,
and you try to recognise the tune.

In your face.
But still a blur.
a tidy front.
the cold is sure.
gather all the waste
and never leave it, never love it
all is wanting to be sure of all we never know
Unknown "rudi" Playful - 16 years, 9 months, 26 days ago