My Words are fiddle heads,
bent in a wind full of regret
for waking up too soon,
I should have stayed under,
where the ants and termites
feed me all year long
don't depend on the sun
'cause it'll rain for 7 days
Drown your sorrows
pack them up and put them all away
your words, are lost in me,
stained with love and blood
and ever changing eyes,
nothing more than a
fleeting moment bent,
twisted, gone, died.
When you hear the birds, sing back,
Drown your sorrows,
pack them up and put them all away
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309