Just like her blue silk slip
Dark puritan rose
To the curve ofher hip
I did not know
It was too much
Too much for me to handle
To be shown to the heart of the matter
By your holy candle
The clank of your second hand
The stare of your glass eye
Have I no wisdom
That is not wise
In that way we laid the rail
A woven handmade indian
I spoke and understood
Your golden virginian
Still not a day goes by
Something always
Something always by and by
Sing the same old song
In the same old way
Through mystic maze of memory
Our days of disarray
Stood still in the same place twice
Just to cast a shadow
Cast down by a western sun
You have the right to know
We hit the floor Just like her blue silk slip Dark puritan rose To the curve ofher hip I did not know It was too much Too much for me to handle To be shown to the heart of the matter By your holy candle The clank of your second hand The stare of your glass eye Have I no wisdom That is not wise In that way we laid the rail A woven handmade indian I spoke and understood Your golden virginian Still not a day goes by Something always Something always by and by Sing the same old song In the same old way Through mystic maze of memory Our days of disarray Stood still in the same place twice Just to cast a shadow Cast down by a western sun You have the right to know Explain Request ×
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