Thursday, May 14, 2015

Time Out

Sometimes my love for you 
wants nothing to do with you
I'd rather sit here with it
and have a love affair with my love

Waves of 5/4 time spill over
crowded voices, distilled
a dry martini, chill
it's 1959

And people are trying to sleep across the street
while images of earth are transmitted from space

It gets really confusing, looking out, looking in
between hands pressed together, Take Five

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