Well it was one of those days
The kind where even flies can't be bothered to rise above the haze
The kind where I can walk the downtown streets
Listening to Brian Wilson and "Songs of Love" and saunter to the beat
The sheets are crumpled at our feet
We sleep with only fingers touching - breathless - helpless in the heat

I can still feel your body turning
I can still taste your last night's wine
I can hear your blood is singing
I can feel your hand in mine
I still taste tears like a stagnant ocean
Though I never see you cry
I hope I die and am forgotten
I hope it's quiet where I lie

The cars ride by on roads alive
Heat rising like some serpent's tongue
Licking windshields as they drive
You drift in and out of focus now
As my eyes adjust to darkness I fleetingly wonder how


I can still feel your body turning
I can still taste your last night's wine
I can hear your blood is singing
I can feel your hand in mine
I still taste tears like stagnant ocean
Though I never see you cry
I hope I die and am forgotten
I hope it's quiet where I lie

I still feel your body turning
I can still taste your last night's wine
I can hear your blood is singing
I can feel your hand in mine
I still taste tears like stagnant ocean
Though I never see you cry
I hope I die and am forgotten
I hope it's quiet where I lie


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