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Well the glory goes to those who do not seek it |
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reveling in midnight clothes |
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among the wicked picking scabs from off their skin |
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and rolling holy deeply in to the rhythm |
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called the song that does not end |
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you remind me of something |
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a song that I am |
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and you sing me back into myself |
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when I wake, when I'm sleeping |
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the song is a man and a woman and everything else |
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and my mother is a good one as they go |
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she does not condone the actions that I do that she don't know |
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she swears nightly before resting that I give her soul a testing |
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when I sing this song that does not end |
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you remind me of something a song that I am |
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and you sing me back into myself |
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when I wake, when I'm sleeping the song is a man and a woman and everything else |
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it's been years since I found it |
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I still go where it pounded |
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my ears pressed to the chest of that one woman's of song |
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she adores me, she ignores me and I revel on |
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in wonder at something so sweet and so long |
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I like the places where the night does not mean an end |
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where smiles break free and surprise is your friend |
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and dancing goes on in the kitchen until dawn to my favorite song that has no end |
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you remind me of something a song that I am |
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and you and you sing me back into myself |
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when I wake, when I'm sleeping the song is a man and a woman and everything else |
