Move over its getting kind of late.
Eyelids grow heavy and at this hour start to ache.
The covers hide away
All our mistakes.
And so do I
stop to question why do
White feathers dance in my room while Im too tired to sleep?
It seems your pillow case all trussed in lace was no match for me and you.
No matter what it is
Your hurting again.
Like lessons learnt in ways,
stunned silence reigns.
Artist: Reverend Horton Heat
Artist: Cirque Du Soleil
Artist: Bruce Cockburn