Lullaby

I cannot say oh sweetnesslike he couldand
I cannot play a lullabylike it should
Ill give you all night movie marathonand a triple expresso so you can stay awakeit might be late - butits never too late for that lovinmy ***y babe
I used to cry but now
I have to laughbecause shes got that tormentto a fine artsmart like a foxyand craf-ty-as-a-catim looking upas im lying on my backbite the beastif i want a big piece of the piebut shes taken the feastin the blink of an eye
I can-not-jus-ti-fywhats going on- it feels so rightwhen it seems so wronglike a plot hatchedin the sweet spot of that trap- ask what shes schemesshe say oh this and thatthen she snaps like a camerain black with a flashputs the drum in the dramathe hand in the clapshes a map with no bearingsattached - nosafety-in-this-matchfire you cant catchthen zap
I was struck by thatbolt before dawnthen by breakfast honeywe was signed and sworn
Ill give you all night movie marathonand a triple expresso so you can stay awakeit might be late - butits never too late for that lovinmy ***y babesomething always telling mesave prayers before dawncos what happens when
Im with youmakes me shake my head then smile and yawn
Im worn out but
Im beamingand it seems that we are dreamyas we head out through that strange old morning door
This game is no gamebut its played all the sameand
I love it evenif it makes me derangedits like tears in the rainburning spearsin my braincause me pain sometimesmake me drainedbut
I cannot complain- mad the ugly good and badhad some happy with my sadand some tricks in my bagwhen its up run a mucklike a bull that just buckedwhen its down its a dragand you fight with no partner to tag- at times
I would dive in the seato escape from the risingand crashing maleadrink tea with a fat fishand find a golden keythen rise to the surfaceand open my babyand maybe shed say we are crazythe two of us together like melbourne weatherbe like balls in a maze seewe rolling along in obscuritybut when we meet in the middlesay mmm its a treat
Ill give you all night movie marathonand a triple expresso so you can stay awake- it might be late butits never too late for that lovinmy ***y babesomething always telling mesave your prayers before dawncos what happens when
Im with youmakes me shake my head then smile and yawn
Im worn out but
Im beamingand it seems that we are dreamyas we head out through that strange old morning door
I used to laughbut now
I have to crybecause today my baby tell methat its time to say goodbyeask her why what did
I do?You and me we were so slythen she sigh thats truewe were slinky through and throughbut its sad and its set
I get high then
I get depressedand
I guess when were togetherits that happy kind of stresstouching left right downkiss my finger
I replyI cant deny you were the bestand by the best
I mean the mess you made
I must confess
I nevermet-a-more ***y maidthat smell like meso bless your wayward waysand loving craze and crazy daysand things youde sayand looks you madeyoure not the queen of heartsyoure the queen of spadesand youde take my breath awayany day that wayso anyway is this the end?
Is this the fifth act of the play?
I kissed her then
I turnedand was about to walk awaywhen
I sense a little tinglethat begin down from belowthen
I hear her with a whisperyoure the most gullible man
I know