[Verse 1]
We hit the floor
Just like her blue silk slip
Dark puritan rose
To the curve of her 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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus 1]
Still not a day goes by
Something always
Something always by and by
We hit the floor
Just like her blue silk slip
Dark puritan rose
To the curve of her 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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus 1]
Still not a day goes by
Something always
Something always by and by
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!