©2017 Alexander Nichols/Gunther Trout
What was that word?
That extraordinary word is like a mystery
Dripping with honeydew
Coated in conspiracy
So perplexing its song as it slips deep within
My bones are bleeding ashes to sand
Swept away by the wind like an unspoken sin
Tucked away in a bed never slept in again
What is this wave of unguarded emotion
Breaking the shore of an unknown ocean
Waiting for no one surely not me
Fading to black far out to sea
What word is this that sings aloud?
Of sorrow and pain of sun and cloud?
Hidden in sin my snow white dove
The secret word we crave, the word is love...
The word we crave the word is love.
What was that word?
That extraordinary word is like a mystery
Dripping with honeydew
Coated in conspiracy
So perplexing its song as it slips deep within
My bones are bleeding ashes to sand
Swept away by the wind like an unspoken sin
Tucked away in a bed never slept in again
What is this wave of unguarded emotion
Breaking the shore of an unknown ocean
Waiting for no one surely not me
Fading to black far out to sea
What word is this that sings aloud?
Of sorrow and pain of sun and cloud?
Hidden in sin my snow white dove
The secret word we crave, the word is love...
The word we crave the word is love.
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