Aaron Mcmullan
sin�ad in savage purple
She smokes in the dark behind my eyes,My eyes sunk blackened in my head,My head sunk sleepless someplace ‘thin the bedAhead a me, a sprawling white-wash tapestrySebastian, he smiles at me,Yes, as the arrows pierce him, still he smilesAnd he says “This don’t feel so bad…”Oh, here in the dark beneath these sheets,I watched a play performed by spirits midst the twisting waves of heatAnd when the play was through, I had a wakin dream a you,Yeah dreams all I have, and they speak wordless in your voiceAnd with St. Augustine one mornin’ at the road-sideWith the day around us pulsing, bathed in melancholic dew,The sun it parted, just a moment, by request a gold-spun angels,In the cracks between the rays I heard them sing for you…I wrote a song about your eyes,A dozen lines for every time I thought bout your eyes meeting mineAnd when the song was done, your smile, it spawned another one,Your hair, some melody was so divine, I knew that melody weren’t mineWhere once was nothing, less than nothing hind my smileNow sits Sinéad in savage purple, an I sing to her sometimes,An though I know I don’t deserve to speak her name, I can’t forgetThat it is all I’ll ever have of her, I’ll take what I can getAnd this don’t feel so bad…
From Letras Mania