Imprimer - Paroles Mania

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole

You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold

Oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls

My timid young fingers held a decent animal

Over the ramparts you tossed

The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers

Tied to a brick

Sweet as a song

The years have been short

But the days were long

Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass

We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed

When our kite lines first crossed

We tied them into knots

And finally fly apart

We had to cut them off

Since then it's been a book you read in reverse

So you understand less as the pages turn

Or a movie so crass

And awkwardly cast

Even I could be the star

I don't look back much as a rule

And all this way before murder was cool

But your memory is here and I'd it to stay

Warm light on a winter day

Over the ramparts you tossed

The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers

Tied to a brick

Sweet as a song

The years have been short

But the days go slowly by

Two loose kites falling from the sky

Drawn to the ground and an end to flight

From Paroles Mania