Your sweetness and song has all up and gone,
So what will you bring to me now,
When illness and sin have been tossed to the wind,
Will you think that its love you have found,
He’s a rocking horse man who gives all he has,
To his porcelain baby doll til he’s dead,
When our bodies were frozen we drank coffee black as oil,
And we toiled for the roof overhead.
The old charcoal kid could just not get rid,
Of his well hidden villagetown frown,
Like a run-around Jill who just can’t stay still,
He’s now left the hills for the town.
Pleasure and pain can be quite the same,
When your aim is to live and die young,
While you have flown away both our bodies still lay,
Under the very same sun.
Flying in circles up in the sky,
Falling deeper in love but more out of my mind,
And I am scared of dying without living a life,
When all is not healed in time.
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