someone else's stars sit back and see:
twined bodies shaken with ecstasy
mercy, cry the lips who never thought it would be
sold their kiss for a blush
down the road a long way
and the dreams wet with seafoam were carried away
from the waves rose a man
trudging through others' calls
and found him his captor and made myth of it all
the beach was bare as pale
his touch all nagging deja vu
the body remembered, but what did it prove?
while a waitress pours coffee
the wind gets white with day
mercy, cry the lips, what a price i did pay.
it's funny. this one came true. |
