Friday, August 13, 2010

All The More

Empty dress all the more
revealing pain below the floor
quarters swimming in the sea
babe, you haven't rescued me

He goes there
He goes there all the more
He, He goes
He goes there

She knows the shadows lurking
She knows them all by name
Oh her baby isn't there
Oh baby don't subsist


He goes there
He goes there all the more
He, He goes
He goes there

She finds, She found it
touch, touch baby find me
He's on the sun as a spy
Control her she knows you
Be the lonely one, I'll show you

Don't give up the smother-cup
You know me, enough's too much
He owns her, Owns her only smile
Turn, turn, twist back time
I want to see that 1990 dime



He goes there
He goes there all the more
He, He goes
He goes there


Babe love me- miss me
All the more, while her
Love is going door to door.




Taylor A. Olson

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