Paroles de Aubergine
Sugar down the syrup in the Queen Anne's laceShining in the light of nightshade
Cultivating unsophistication in my face
Trying to think of nothing to say
Grapes gone sour and the spinach went to seed
(it was spindly and sick from the outset)
Waiting for the hour with a wherewithal to leave
Patient as a dog for its master
Aubergine
The Labrador was locked through the promontory rock
She called down, said time is an illusion
An inconsequential shift as the continents drift
But my confidence was crushed and I miss you regardless
Aubergine
Aubergine
[Aubergine:]
You can be your body but please don't mind
if I don't fancy myself mine - you at 32 still tied to your poor mother's apron strings!
Sorrel in the gravel and the saffron robe
Sleeping like a shark in the cord grass
until I saw how far I traveled down the solipsistic road But I couldn't catch my breath enough to answer
Patient as a dog for its master
Aubergine
The Labrador was locked through the promontory rock
She called down, said time is an illusion
An inconsequential shift as the continents drift
But my confidence was crushed and I miss you regardless
Aubergine
Aubergine
[Aubergine:]
You can be your body but please don't mind
if I don't fancy myself mine - you at 32 still tied to your poor mother's apron strings!
Sorrel in the gravel and the saffron robe
Sleeping like a shark in the cord grass
until I saw how far I traveled down the solipsistic road But I couldn't catch my breath enough to answer
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