I Love You
Listen to the graves of old men
And let them whisper in your ear
Seeds of blasting time
Like the loved ones spoken in grimaces
The many golden souls who don’t believe in souls
But the shoals of our seasons
Like mad children
We all play different games and demand attention
Demand our rules
Our needs for happiness
To make you happy so I’m happy so you’re happy so I’m happy
So love’s carousel keeps turning
As if it ever stopped
As if it ever stopped
As if it ever ever ever over the breadth of the universe
Faltered…
|