Thursday, 12 January 2012

Solid Silver, moonshine & gold
I'm writing this letter to you
Just remember what the silence says
You're time is going to come to.

Whose goin' t' keep a hold on you,
Whose going to bring you into land
Whose goin' to be the one to say
When stone turns into sand?

Old Cyprus trees, bracken water black
Yellow Moon slipping across the skin on your back
Give me a little, give me some more
Lean with your loving, so tight with your purse
Keep going Mama, you'll need a nurse!

I slipped on choosing a woman like you
Tied evil knots around my soul-
Handcuffed my heart to a nightmare dream
But darling , your time is going to come to.

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