Making Love Out Of Nothing At All
A grand oasis in the vastness of gloom
Child of dew-spangled cobweb, Mother to the Moon
Constellations beholders of the 3rd vagrant
Theater for the play of life
Tragedienne of heavens
Watching the eyes of the night
Sailing the virgin oceans
A Planetride for Mother and Child
Floating upon the quiet hydrogen lakes
In this ambrosial merrry-go-rou
Three's A Charm
Harder every time and it starts to show on my face
and on my wall where all her pictures fall.
Getting over a three leaf clover, that I thought was four.
It's just the same as before.
Forget me, girl, I'm still recovering from her.
It hurts so.
I'm sorry, girl, I'm in no shape to love.
It's not you
its her.
An absent-minded find was thought to be a lucky break,
but what's at stake is only dignity.
Alone I'll stand as they all dance.
I've tangoed one too many times,
the floor is just not for me.Forget me,
girl, I'm still recovering from her.
It hurts so.
I'm sorry, girl, I'm in no shape to love.
It's not you
its her.
So take it slow,
even stop every now & again when I say when.
Here we go on our way to sudden change.
Turn the tables to point the other way.
And I'm dismayed.
And if I stop breathing keep your arms around me.