Press your Cheshire grin To my blistered lips again Even a guillotine deserves a second chance
To kiss your egg white throat And your winter brittle bones I've seen the flock of eyeless hungry birds Under your wool coat Poking throught the button holes They sang above your every whispered word
As a boy, I knew wrong from right As a boy, I was humble, I was shy I was silent, obedient and kind Back when my left hand was tied
From the warmth of our wet kiss Trickled, dripping from my lips Thinking of it now, I swoon and sway Like the birches in the thinning wood Between the wicked and the good In firefly blood, I've written both our names
As a boy, I knew wrong from right As a boy, I was humble, I was shy I was silent, obedient and kind Back when my left hand was tiedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
