Mis Hojas De Noviembre.
i am your mangy little whore
now you're trying to find your underwear
and then your socks and then the door
and you're trying to find a reason
why you have to leave
but i know it's 'cuz you think you're adam
and you think i'm eve
you rhapsodize about beauty
and my eyes glaze
everything i love is ugly
i mean really, you would be amazed
just do me a favor
it's the least that you can do
just don't treat me like i am
something that happened to you
i am truly sorry about all this
you put a tiny pin prick<
February Wind
Flyin' a kite again in the February wind
I can almost see you beside me
like it was back then.
As the unseen hands lead
the blackbird in it's sands
I can remember how I felt back then
With this kite string in our hand.
I was soaring, I was flying,
Knowing I had no boundaries.
With the heights that no surround,
I was tethered, I was falling,
Knowing everything that goes up must come down.
Taste your kiss again,
fill the chill bumps on our skin.
The spring grass under our feet
leaves us laughing in the wind.
You gave me the sky,
made me feel I could fly,
Set me free from dirty earth
and I'll never know why.
I was soaring, I was flying,
knowing I had no boundaries,
With the heights that now surround.
I was tethered, I was falling,
Knowing everything that goes up must come down.