And so that helps explain it, his sudden Recourse to music and in particular that gold-plated instrument, the heavy dummy on his lap. So what if its lips were painted black, the man still Threw his voice to the dark mouth, and it caught it. You whose mountains live against life whose oceans work out our strangest questions You didn't drink my dreams, You didn't slave my will You just came to be language, my sight me. A quarter past you, and the gates of heaven bring us tea in silver thimbles.
Bandaged fingertips share a slice of the lunar croissant.
As the orphan who like to play among his shadows, the tall one asleep in the late afternoon, his brother always a quick step ahead, I kept good company. From the passion of your kiss to the kindness of your heart, For what i've seen, with you a such of beauty. We can only dream of what that would be like. Searching over the world, I've come to find, You, giving everything you got even when everything is gone. Looking for answers, just to find another question.