If I don't ask you for advice. Please don't give it to me. You tell me nothing's free. . Do the dogs biting at your heels. Have a deeper meaning. Listen, I'm sorry.
Lilly Anne talks herself asleep again. Saying something of the time spent. There's a man who taught her love and poetry. Never knowing just what he meant.
Any town, any day the separation's real. And I find it is based on nothing. Passed from father to son. Mothers to their girls enough. . And I fall once again from my own ideals.
Sinking, while the water rises. In a stream. Helpless, as my indecision's. Drowning me. . Tripping, over things that I should. Clearly see. Speechless, when a word would save me.