|
By distant moon Date: 2001 Dec 14 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.14.11.50.20940]] |
|
The knot so willing Willing to be harpsichord, and trampoline...I tied my fingers in a bow, so can't we stroll down the valley hilltops as we go... Oh tongue never knows, I speak without it as I go, Anytime I prattle, it's you That's making me new and you are keeping me all tied... . I'm pale opaque and luminesce, I've given a name to all of my clothes, I look at you with eager, eager eyes, and I'm slowly breaking out of my, mold I look at me now the mirror cracks in shatters, so for the days end to come I'm so tossed in millions that I cry to stare off the way no where in my mind is clutter now. Oh tongue kept me down, I speak as if I'm tied to barrels round and up and down, I've got no where waiting You've got me so, Tongue tied that I am in a bow. |