Friday, October 07, 2011

Sing Unto You

Singing sighing
I was, eyelash, eyeliner
who cares it's all the same
the words will come when the sun sets
it's not time for that, midnight
the sound comes first, middle of the night
the melody comes at 1AM
the music first midnight
the rock n roll. all night
lady shining light

I've no time for words these days
but the lavishly singing I want not to behave
I just want to come home
and sing sing unto you
my guitar in my arms
and sing unto you


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