The whisky, the dream, and the cold sky The river below cries a lullaby Two street lights flicker and die Stars twinkle, the moon and two fireflies Our friends sleeping below, it’s just you and me
Words are easy, they come they go by I can write you a song or try a rhyme Say a million things and make you smile Call you a friend to travel the next mile But the night is all I have, ‘morrow you fly
I don’t want the sun when the night is so divine But time is a bad friend, the unfaithful kind I can break the clock and throw a dice Try my luck to keep you in this paradise Would you stay just for now and maybe all the time.
I would say I need you, and use it as a super glue Because I want to eat nuts and lie on grass with you Make you a hut and a swing to stay afloat too So hold my hand this time and commit this one tiny crime Know that I will be okay by daylight as my love hides in plain sight!
Kick stand up at eight, two lane west to set me free Throttle through the gears, now it’s just Ester and me Relax down into the machine, the breeze blowing across my face Worry and troubles disappear, my mind is
In a way I’m jealous of the blind man and he’s jealous of me, for the world he will more than likely never see. The beautiful mountains and the palm trees, the beautiful blue wide open seas. The bright blue
Mid this commemoration, Of annihilation Of inclinations And pursuits, My soul revels In these fervent goodbyes. The stiff and the spiritless, Scream my name. They exult and glorify This celebration. Agony, Candid in it’s certainty, Leaves always, To re appear
They minded their conversation, The ants that came marching in. Extra sugar. A little less cream. The foam from their latte circled their mouths, Disfigured steam still rising from their small cups. A light comfort found after a hard day’s