Carl Hauck
Warren
Pure shapes race around the houseGreen thumbs left behindThere's glee between the cherry tree chopsAt night while the master dinesWe lie awake'Til the humor runs dryTiptoe to the high diveClimb for what seems like a mileMake like a pencil and fasten my eyesFeel the air rush byUnder the splashI reach for the sideA puzzle within a puzzleThe cardboard casts do nothingBut pass the time and fill the linesThat hold the empty spaceWe roll the diceLeave ourselves to chanceThe clock moves a little bit slowerAs we count through the garland of rosesLetras de cancionesWe hold back our laughter 'cause it's not a jokeAnd wonder how long we'll burnOh, we'll burnMy teacher told me soThe blue boy's horn goes quietThe snuff box rests unwoundThe fortune wheel and ill-timed mealsGet lost on the auction blockGoing onceSold, sold, sold
From Letras Mania