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Artiste:
Aaron Mcmullan
Titre:
sinéad in savage purple
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She smokes in the dark behind my eyes, My eyes sunk blackened in my head, My head sunk sleepless someplace âthin the bed Ahead a me, a sprawling white-wash tapestry Sebastian, he smiles at me, Yes, as the arrows pierce him, still he smiles And he says âThis donât feel so badâŠâ Oh, here in the dark beneath these sheets, I watched a play performed by spirits midst the twisting waves of heat And when the play was through, I had a wakin dream a you, Yeah dreams all I have, and they speak wordless in your voice And with St. Augustine one morninâ at the road-side With the day around us pulsing, bathed in melancholic dew, The sun it parted, just a moment, by request a gold-spun angels, In the cracks between the rays I heard them sing for you⊠I wrote a song about your eyes, A dozen lines for every time I thought bout your eyes meeting mine And when the song was done, your smile, it spawned another one, Your hair, some melody was so divine, I knew that melody werenât mine Where once was nothing, less than nothing hind my smile Now sits SinĂ©ad in savage purple, an I sing to her sometimes, An though I know I donât deserve to speak her name, I canât forget That it is all Iâll ever have of her, Iâll take what I can get And this donât feel so badâŠ