Karen

This was for keeps for all we knew so far away so long ago I really fell in love with you before you played the second show White lace and grace and promises Beguile? Belong? Betroth? Beseech? it's best to do what momma says so very close so out of reach The moment when the slight girl sings that lovely voice like scented smoke like chocolate and cello strings like molten gold or burnished oak I know I've wasted too much time the one thing that's in short supply there'll never be another rhyme and stars won't fall down from the sky I tell myself I'm feeling old there's nothing I can do about it and what I've garnered unconsoled of love is how to live without it Why must our loved ones disappear? Oh won't you say what laid you low? I know that you're not really here it's just that worn-out radio