A Song From The Bottom Of My Feet
olderman
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i've seen desert sand burn up the sky,
scenes of hell too often told,
those stories often make me cry,
seems i'm not so very bold
i've felt blackened streets burn through my feet,
screams of hell too often heard,
these songs do often make me weep,
saddest tunes in this sad world.
take back all of your mean words baby,
take back all that you said,
and if we both take back some cryin'
maybe we could love again
i woke up in a dream last night,
i felt you by my side,
your body felt so fine, so right,
but some crazed demon cried
in a soulful voice his best discord
split the late night's sleepy hour,
the saddest string, another chord,
cries another dead red flower
take back all of your mean words baby,
take back all that you said,
and if we both take back come cryin'
maybe we could love again
scenes of hell too often told,
those stories often make me cry,
seems i'm not so very bold
i've felt blackened streets burn through my feet,
screams of hell too often heard,
these songs do often make me weep,
saddest tunes in this sad world.
take back all of your mean words baby,
take back all that you said,
and if we both take back some cryin'
maybe we could love again
i woke up in a dream last night,
i felt you by my side,
your body felt so fine, so right,
but some crazed demon cried
in a soulful voice his best discord
split the late night's sleepy hour,
the saddest string, another chord,
cries another dead red flower
take back all of your mean words baby,
take back all that you said,
and if we both take back come cryin'
maybe we could love again
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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I just made love, two hearts beating speak
Too long in the meantime, time only forgives
Too long into dreamtime, the soul still it lives
Once, twice, maybe three times a charm
There's only so much, till a little death does harm
Still does Love need such a puncture
A hole, not thy whole
Still does Love need such a rapture
Uniting, that my soul
Now He sleeps, in complete utter bliss
And I ,The Woman of whom he will kiss
The Sun will rise, tomorrow in full bloom
My Lover, he wakes, his lips I'll consume.
Anatole France