Josiah Wolf
Is the Body Hung
Am I giving youHardly the wrong queueOf what my life isAm I giving youHardly the wrong "u"Of just how nice it isI just need some timeAway from this raceWe drank the best wineNow we're walking in placeAnd the grey never waitsFor a man to make hasteBut the hand doesn't know its own ageWhen it touches the lines on your face, faceIf your season is a reasonMake up your mindAnd I'm just breezing ahead'Cause God's made me blindAnd I've been told if I have a planState my caseBut the hand doesn't know its own nameLetras de cancionesWhen it touches your faceYou sit like a monument in front of meThese angels drag themselves from my feetIs a body hungOnce the tongue sits smartly waiting to retreatYou sit like a monument in front of meThese angels drag themselves from my feetIs the body hungOnce the tongue sits smartly waiting to retreatSmartly waiting to retreatWhen the moment's gone pastYou'll have taken my placeIt's the sound of the smack of two handsAt a relay race
From Letras Mania