the faces cut in unmoving stone. Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening. Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. True disciples
: Small child messing down, messing down. in the streets of Bombay. Cities like this have no shame, no shame; indeed, why should they? Out in the
: Desert candle in a tented space throwing softer shadows on a covered face. Sister, silent to the likes of me Pay my respects to her propriety.
: Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray and bends to kiss my frown away. But I'm still still stuck in the August rain; stuck out in the cloudburst
: A walk on the quiet side, late in the day Don't mean to get in anybody's way. The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky. Old crows cawing as the straight
: Wet wind on the sidewalk: I'm staring at the rain. Walking up the street, yeah, and walking down again. And my feet are tired and my brain is numb
: Rare and precious chain Do I have to tell you, tell you once again? Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. Rare and precious
: So why are you holding my hand tonight? I'm not intending to go far away. I'm just slipping through to the back room I'll leave you messages almost
Wet wind on the sidewalk: I'm staring at the rain. Walking up the street, yeah, and walking down again. And my feet are tired and my brain is numb.
Small child messing down, messing down. in the streets of Bombay. Cities like this have no shame, no shame; indeed, why should they? Out in the middle
So why are you holding my hand tonight? I'm not intending to go far away. I'm just slipping through to the back room I'll leave you messages almost
Desert candle in a tented space throwing softer shadows on a covered face. Sister, silent to the likes of me Pay my respects to her propriety. Is
Rare and precious chain Do I have to tell you, tell you once again? Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. Rare and precious
Glued to the kerbstone, staring. Frozen at the stop-sign too. See that crazy suicide mongrel. He's going to try to cross that avenue. Old dog of
Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray and bends to kiss my frown away. But I'm still still stuck in the August rain; stuck out in the cloudburst once
Wake hard in the morning. See the young girl milking. Stream rushing by on a bed of stone. Old goats and sandstone cracking All containing Squeezing
A walk on the quiet side, late in the day Don't mean to get in anybody's way. The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky. Old crows cawing as the straight