Falling Back
There in benny street im in a heap
bright water all around me
Im a cheap wine in a drunken drain
I don't need anyone dancing around me
If I were a black sheep of the family
I pillow down
I kick all my belongs
down rainbows end
Cant get a grip of the ground
Im upside down, the right way
Always the breeze
waking dreams leave me tired
Falling back again
bright water all around me
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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