Brad Smith (jesus_h_biscuit) wrote,
Brad Smith
jesus_h_biscuit

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Green eyed baby
With your hair messed up in my hands
What's tomorrow's will my baby
Will I see you cry

Will you come to me through telephones
And scream your anxious needs
While I hold your crooked hands

Will you hold your heart behind your back
Or pour yourself all over me
Just come here to me
You're safe for a while
Talk to me my little boy blues

Recollect the moments we stole in December
And write them on the wall
Too much
Too little
Too late we said
But where did all the time go

Curled up inside the mountain
Living in the night
And laughing at the day
Filling up our spinning heads
With promises made through telephone wire

Will you hold your heart behind your back
Or pour yourself all over me
Just come here
You're safe
And talk to me
Talk to me
Talk to me
Talk to me

Don't lose it
Don't let your fragile heart break
Don't lose that pretty head
Just lie here and let me carry the weight
My little boy blues

Green eyed baby
With your hair messed up in my hands
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