Stare at me like photographs I have Hanging from the wall, she is a skull Grinning constantly at me, she is smiling And her eyes flash every time she stares at me I am in love with her I want to go where she goes, Where normal women can never go, The place where we all meet in the end The harvest ground, the wet, cold earth. . . There is tiredness to this land And everything in me feels it, From the way I pour sugar in my coffee Every morning to the time it takes For me to close my eyes and remember nothing. . . Everything is nothing to that smile you have, though I want to go and find out where it comes from Show me. |
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