We got us a ride from year to year friends
A tiny line between
Your Willem de Silence
And my need to separate
The kernels from your juice
And suck what is real of you
Found you there sleeping beauty
Just another mix
Jo and you fixed
Everybody likes your carapace
And sure they do
Cos on it I can see yellow dots too
I know you are in there
Is it heavy in there
Hey does it rain in there
Hey
Suddenly I don’t do Resume
And you can’t look at me anymore
Doing faces as I tell a tale of nowadays
We did Bench and we did Park
Sometimes officer Madge
Sometimes yes just us
They knew us as those two
He and he hand in hand
Bottom beauties on their ride
Mostly there but still out of time
You ask me how I’m doing these days
But you already know what I will say
So you watch me from the corner of your eye
Your lips don’t move but you’re screaming
Oh you - shut up
Close to Christmas
Gold - head Buddha’s coming back
You bring me Brownies from Manila
We do their close ups in my room
Wonder how we’ll do this time dear
Will you ask me again
How I ‘m doing these days
And then just see
How your look fades away
I know you are in there
Is it heavy in there
Hey does it rain in there
Hey
Suddenly I don’t do Resume
And you can’t look at me anymore
Doing faces as I tell a tale of nowadays
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Published on e-Stories.org on 11.08.2006.
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