Pickering Pick
The Magus
Song to the season, a cloth for the autumnAnd warning your wisdom and rakeHeld for a moment, it falls on her figureA turn for the river will payOver and over she wades through the waterAnd into the ocean she fadesTime is a ribbon that twists in her fingersAnd mine to the plans that you madeShe is the river and she is the MagusAnd I am afraid of the signShe has commanded a love so contagiousThat all I can do is declineOver and over, I wade to the waterAnd under the ocean I fadeTime is a ribbon that curls around her bodyAnd curls around my body the same
From Letras Mania