Thursday Night's Laundry
Subsequently
I pretend as though I write for you
Sing of changes in the days to come
Again
I pretend I write for you
Outside of clock work
You’re all I’m into
I hold you now
And I feel it’s dying slow
Dying to get you there
how did you get away
There are no fairy-tales
No short stories of ways to go
These are the worries
Every villain gets to know
Hurt for the ages
In the days of some
Apply this method
And reach for one
Until the years bring back their dead
Inside of tears remains
the essence to feel relief
One Thursday night we sang
of desires beyond belief
I hold you now
and I feel it’s dying
Dying to get you there
How did you get away
"wash me away"
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