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"