4 - st germian retirement home - vampire deer

song 4 of drones

the window faces winter and the lake
he's got his doctor's instructions on what to take
a little wine spilled for spite and memory
a piece of paper could never sum up all that can be

i'm sorry about china if you like
the winds are cold out here - no more fingers in the dyke
you can sail proud and bitter on your icy disdain
i had no more for you, and i can't explain

let's not catalogue the sins that we're prone to
you know our stumbling dancer - she is pulling through
she's reaching out to life, she's reaching for the sun
she remembers everything you've done

there's too much dirt to shuffle off my feet
so i stayed in this town and on this street
call me an idiot, call me st germain
but i'm not moving my life round to start again

shout out to the world that you are free
if freedom means sand against the sea
if freedom means always looking straight
if freedom means never having to wait

he lights the paper and it flames like the years
it makes him cough but won't bring him to tears
a young woman learns to dance upon the beach
and always there is one more flame to reach

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posted by pyramid termite (1 comment total)

that's germain ... sigh
posted by pyramid termite at 4:39 PM on April 2, 2016