French Quarter
In June
Weeks ago, I went along with your twisting arms, twisting armsNow I know, it is my own they were my mistakes, my mistakesIn the way of the flow from my younger days, my younger daysThere is no mistake, from the house where our love will stay, our love will stayDays ago, I held on tight to your spiry legs, your spiry legDrinking tea, under your covers while kissing me, while kissing meWe've left the kitchen the warm house is starts til its silence hangsthe silence hangs over restless legs, and open eyes that will beg for touch, beg for touchYour breathing is heavy compared to before where your sole heart hangs, your sole heart hangs over restless arms, wandering fingers to ward off harm, to ward off harmYoure in the way, of the flow from my younger days, my younger daysthere is no escape from the house where our love will stay, where our love will stay,Ill drive my car four hours stays to some unknown place, some unknown placewhere ill sing my songs, to hum along will they know whats wrong, will they know whats wrong?
From Letras Mania