Sunday, May 22

He told me I only want him when I go cold. Sounds about right. Instant gratification, where would we be without it?
Storms somewhere.
The change was very important. I needed it for me. So I scrubbed off all traces till my skin was pink and raw. I couldn't describe the liberation, the sense of mobility and the relief. Besides the active fun quotient I am moody.

And wherever you might look tonight you might get a glimpse of me.

I can hear the turning of the key
I've been deceived by the clown inside of me
I thought that he was righteous but he's vain
Something's telling me I wear the ball and chain

My patron saint is fighting with a ghost
He's always off somewhere when I need him most
The Spanish moon is rising on the hill
But my heart is telling me I love you still

I come back to the town from the flaming moon
I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon
I love to see you dress before the mirror
Won't you let me in your room one time before I finally disappear

Everybody's wearing a disguise
To hide what they've got left behnd their eyes
But me, I can't cover what I am
Wherever the children go I'll follow them

I march in the parade of liberty
But as long as I love you I'm not free
How long must I suffer such abuse
Won't you let me see you smile one time before I set you loose

I've given up the game, I've got to leave
The pot of gold is only make believe
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church

We sat in an empty theater and we kissed
I asked you please to cross me off your list
My head tells me it's time to make a change
My heart tells me I love you and you're strange

One more time at midnight, near the wall
Take off your heavy make up and your shawl
Won't you descend from your throne, where you sit
Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.

I'm never ever going back there.

1 comment:

100hands said...

did u write this? its very very nice. :)