Friday, March 22, 2013

My Saturday Morning Gift To You

An angry storm of butterflies
Is raining in the air
It's flapping a fear of hurricane
Have caution, hold the rail

I've got my mind set on the east coast
My heart is in the west
My body's trapped in the countryside
My soul is in your breath

A creepy box of caterpillars
Is crawling in the sand
Its worming out a yearn to leave
Break these chains, set me free

I've got my fingers snapped in a rusty string
My flesh is burning in a charcoal wind
My skin is loose from the fiery heat
And my bones, they just ache to be with you

You look so pretty and you don't even know
I've gotta get to you
You look so pretty and you don't even know
Just gotta get to you

You look so pretty and you don't even know
Oh i ache to be with you
You look so pretty and you don't even know
This be my Saturday morning gift to you

2 comments:

shrutikoparkar said...

Beautiful!

shreya said...

:-)