Jeffrey Foucault
Goners Most
Peeled out in the falling darkHard as flint and like to sparkThe saddest sinner, seventeenWindows down and like to drownDrowners, most who love to dreamSo laugh it up and lay it byNothing else but saying goodbyeFor ashes, ashes for dust, dustFull of love and so far goneGoners most who love too muchTea with honey, tell me whoBent the branch inside of youDark eyed things you never toldYou have to be that youngTo feel that oldWondering if you'd come aroundMaking love with the volume downIn the blue light falling from an LEDLove and lovers move so strangeStrangers most would never be
From Letras Mania