but when i go to sleep
my world becomes a summer day
catch carefree love let slip away
we lay
in grassy clover fields
sing chorus with the whippoorwill
join her in the magic crystal air
now i don’t really care
how they tease and torture me
they’ll never touch the dreams i see
i breath
their hate and try to smile
drink poison potion warm and vile
close my tired and burning eyes
bye true love of mine
the time has come for me to go
leave you in this plotless picture show
i know
your sad and painful gaze
broken, withered, scattered on the clay
waiting for the gentle autumn breezeGreat Lakes, Illinois ‘84 |
