I’m afraid that I’ll forget my youth When I get old Regale the years With stories told As if it is all past and gone Not ever abiding in a so long Back when the most painful thing Was coming in contact with a nettle sting Now I count the Ogham Spelling out: I’m all alone Though not really I’ve just got the feeling That these years May not be worth stealing As time marches on In fifty years will we all be gone Or will some disaster Some tsunami earthquake shake the rafters Or some nuclear threat As a leader somehow forgets That he’s human too And what you do to them you do to you And what about the climate change Soil to dust in a land that’s strange Not bursting green Like Sub Sahara could’ve been If we’d‘ve done things right Oh, it keeps me awake at night Just thinking Maybe I should be drinking Instead of facing our woes It’s humanity and anything goes
You look at the clock I hold my breath Are you gonna leave yet Or are we alright And I told myself It’s better to suffer Than admit That you really love her And she looks my way And I shake She’s in every moment That I choose to wake
Well, what does he think He’s staring a storm And I think that I Would like to keep him warm But there’s pain in his eyes I can see it inflect One wrong move And this whole thing is wrecked
Now it’s burgeoning And the moon is whole I think that we might be connected By the very soul And I’m driving down roads I can’t go back Thinking about the person I seem to lack But really you’re here Breath against skin Though it’s so hard To get a read on him
And she’s everything I could desire Does she know She set my heart on fire And it burns For her still But I don’t know If I ever will Get to Touch her in person And everything else Is just rehearsing
Now it’s palm to palm A namaste kiss I don’t know enough To know what I miss But he’s delicate And fine And I would love To call him mine As we age In separate spheres But I still hold him So very dear
And she’s crashing the waves Upon the shore Does she not Want me anymore Or is this fate Playing a scam She seems to remind me Just who I am And the pillow Where I rest my head Is beside her In an imaginary bed
Are we cocaine lovers A drug then a high It was hello There’s no goodbye When your twin flame calls And I am enthralled As the wall falls It’s destiny and we are walking Telepathy is a kind of talking
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