autumn song

26 nov. 2019 · 9 keer gelezen · 0 keer geliket

I didn't mean to be a rooster
I didn't mean to tear the morning skies apart
was I your summer in the city
when we made love
did you mistake me for a bard

days are shorter now you hit the road
nights are bigger than they appear
in my rear-view mirror
awake I digest livers
aborted by eager eagle beaks
I drink the blood of soldiers
who died face down in dirty creeks

I didn't need to change the weather
just steal your sleep with a sad song
I lost my voice, I lost my feathers
I lost the right to make a wrong

Geraakt door deze tekst? Maak het hartje rood of deel de woorden met je vrienden.

Zo geef je mee een stem aan de woorden van deze schrijver.

26 nov. 2019 · 9 keer gelezen · 0 keer geliket