Sun Falls To Dance With Me
Oh, them lines on the roads out there;
I can ride all the way home to see the splintered mess,
those lines, following them,
One by one, fast, like an old time film reel in an rickety aged theatre,
flickering up and past me.
They still get me there though,
to the Wooden boards and Broken glass,
to the leftover pile of where my early life was.
and so, as usual,
off the boots come, let the dirt and dust touch me from my roots, on the skin of my heels.
Yeah.
Lonesome buzzard over me lookin' down.
She thinks i'm crazy.
Well, bird, I am,
I'm crazy for life,
I'm crazy for love,
I'm crazy for the honey drip from my finger to a dove.
I'm nuzzled close as she keeps her lips open for me,
Even if it's just for a moment or so.
With her, and with myself,
I ain't scared of dyin', I'm more scared of livin'
right.
Oh, I try,
I stumble,
I claw to get back up,
n' I keep on walkin'.
Ain't no fruit of paradise in these parts.
You'll be lucky to suck on a cactus dimble for a quench out here.
But this place can still pour your thirst away,
If you look at things the way i do
-If you look at them old things the way i do.
You see, the further you get from that past,
The smaller it becomes in your mirror.
Ride out, Ride on.
So, finally, the night comes.
I'll sit there with you.
In our very own dirt.
Beside that ol' mess of boards and glass that used to stand.
I'll show you how it all comes so slowly.
So soft without the storm's goin' at them times.
-and if our wings get dusty, cuz they will...
i'll lick them clean for you.
So, gurl...just as you have been all your life,
Be golden,
Be sight,
-and I'll be the shadows in the heat of the light.
Rest your head.
Watch them days close.
-and as the sun falls...dance with me.
nicole
Oh, them lines on the roads out there;
I can ride all the way home to see the splintered mess,
those lines, following them,
One by one, fast, like an old time film reel in an rickety aged theatre,
flickering up and past me.
They still get me there though,
to the Wooden boards and Broken glass,
to the leftover pile of where my early life was.
and so, as usual,
off the boots come, let the dirt and dust touch me from my roots, on the skin of my heels.
Yeah.
Lonesome buzzard over me lookin' down.
She thinks i'm crazy.
Well, bird, I am,
I'm crazy for life,
I'm crazy for love,
I'm crazy for the honey drip from my finger to a dove.
I'm nuzzled close as she keeps her lips open for me,
Even if it's just for a moment or so.
With her, and with myself,
I ain't scared of dyin', I'm more scared of livin'
right.
Oh, I try,
I stumble,
I claw to get back up,
n' I keep on walkin'.
Ain't no fruit of paradise in these parts.
You'll be lucky to suck on a cactus dimble for a quench out here.
But this place can still pour your thirst away,
If you look at things the way i do
-If you look at them old things the way i do.
You see, the further you get from that past,
The smaller it becomes in your mirror.
Ride out, Ride on.
So, finally, the night comes.
I'll sit there with you.
In our very own dirt.
Beside that ol' mess of boards and glass that used to stand.
I'll show you how it all comes so slowly.
So soft without the storm's goin' at them times.
-and if our wings get dusty, cuz they will...
i'll lick them clean for you.
So, gurl...just as you have been all your life,
Be golden,
Be sight,
-and I'll be the shadows in the heat of the light.
Rest your head.
Watch them days close.
-and as the sun falls...dance with me.
nicole
