Not even his famous irreverence
Could ever erase
Every touch, every taste, every sleight of face
I remember everything.
The past is our bind
A promise long left behind;
This lesson in possession
Is Jealousy's curse,
But she is just a mother and
Could ever erase
Every touch, every taste, every sleight of face
I remember everything.
The past is our bind
A promise long left behind;
This lesson in possession
Is Jealousy's curse,
But she is just a mother and
He is just the child
Who hides behind her skirt.
Who will love him?
Who will love him?
He wanders the earth blind
Across silver-scarred skies
Through jet streams
And silent goodbyes.
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