The night.
she brushed her hands upon my flushed cheek
smelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willow
clouds soothe, shredded by the calico
were oh so vast and quick as i was on my own now.
This time like every other time i believe that i never find
another sweet little girl with sequined sea foam eyes
ocean lapping voice smile coy as the brightest quiet span of sky
and i'm all alone again tonight not again, not again, not again.
And don't it feel alright. and don't it feel so nice. lovely.
Still i'm unable to inhale all the riches
as i'm awkward as a wound on my bones
still i've got cobblestone joints and plate glass points
as i'm all by myself tonight not again not againé
And don't it feel allright. and don't it feel so nice. lovely.
Well if you should nervously break down
when its time for the shakedown would you take it
it's when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that you've made it
and don't it feel allright. and don't it feel so nice.
lovely.
Say it again. lovely. so lovely. to do it again
again. loving again. it's coming again.
lovely.