Take a slower stroll through the open garden darling
Roses and the poppies grew
Tulips biding time, but only for the likes of you
Timid little cities so full of brown and grey
Brick on brick and concrete too
Brooding exodus of lovers, one by two
By two
Lines in time are slowing cycling
Even if I'm called away
I'll take root in you
Even if I'm called away
I'll take root in you
Buried in the trenches like rats in sewer drains
Everybody's catching hell
I threw all my sons and brothers to the commonwealth
Wealth
Lines in time are slowing cycling
Even if I'm called away
I'll take root in you
Even if I'm called away
I'll take root in you
Tulips biding time but only for the likes of you
ReplyDeleteheld between time and space for a moment, such a beauty exists
only there and only because of the passing moment, can that beauty ever be