02-09-2013, 09:53 PM
Let's fight, let's talk it out, let's mess it up
and then: let's make a mess of sexy Jazz we dig.
You say "common decency"
I say " sweet communion"
You say "respect"
I say "both ways."
"How many light years to cross?"
Non tenerti dentro tutto
But life tells me
- and I knew it anyway -
that it won't work.
We might have never had
those goods we thought we had.
We turn our backs to us
to mount
the Everest of sadness
to preach
to our respective
gospel choirs
like two confused
Jesusses and
totally out of
our beautiful minds.
and then: let's make a mess of sexy Jazz we dig.
You say "common decency"
I say " sweet communion"
You say "respect"
I say "both ways."
"How many light years to cross?"
Non tenerti dentro tutto
But life tells me
- and I knew it anyway -
that it won't work.
We might have never had
those goods we thought we had.
We turn our backs to us
to mount
the Everest of sadness
to preach
to our respective
gospel choirs
like two confused
Jesusses and
totally out of
our beautiful minds.