4 acessos
I'm threading through the evening
it's later than I thought
a friend of mine is waiting
for cigarettes I brought
she smiles she seems so tired
so nothing is required
I reach into my pocket
some things she left behind
nothing really happens
in ways I can't define
loose talk of hearts and heads
of sleep in other beds
it's better left unsaid
she says that she is cold
I wish that I could hold
but no,
how can you hold a soul?
you just can't hold a soul
that shines like gold
she shines like gold
I will, I won't, I would
I've said more than I should
she leaves she goes uptown
she may not come back down
she may not come back down
she may not turn around
she may not make a sound
she may not come back down