Where’d you go my blue eyed saviour?
Where’d you go my
Mouths to feed. Shoes to buy.
Rent to pay. Tears to
If you’ve gone and made your mind up
‘bout leaving tomorrow,
take
My father’s stories fell upon us,
filled us with his light.
Gospels,
The singer brought her to tears,
but they were my words
You speak your love,
you turn, are gone.
What kind of love
you
My little boy on the kitchen floor.
(my little Basquiat)
Stick men
Keep it coming.
I’ve got your back.
Do not fear
when I’m on
Someday soon
I’m going to find myself a Saviour,
sit him on
Now it all begins,
or continues to,
spiral down,
spiral down.
I’ve laid it
Settling now,
once again,
what was begun
will meet it’s end.
Running now,