Ledges
You hang on candlelight.
I get sleepy hearing
your Vancouverique theories
of special relativity.
Forget the fake wood---
you are not a pot of tea.
Now it's time to plant tulips.
Stop playing gone and
tempt me with window ledges.
Ledges
You hang on candlelight.
I get sleepy hearing
your Vancouverique theories
of special relativity.
Forget the fake wood---
you are not a pot of tea.
Now it's time to plant tulips.
Stop playing gone and
tempt me with window ledges.