Because my Grandma lived to 99, eleven months... Between a hundred years of solitude and heaven once. Because she loved her son but couldnt ever say it right... Because the language of the planet isnt day and night Its in the in between... Its when we intervene... And never let a silly hater rabbit pimp the scene. For the deaf kid in the aisle of the symphony, Who hears it through the rumble of the tuba and the timpani... For those lay waste to beauty with a straight face... Everywhere on earth were all escaping from the same place And yes occasionally we get drunk and out of line... And last night, theres a lamp post that I asked to be my valentine. Take a shady place, shine until it radiates... Seventeen to eighty eight, make a break and head west Or make a promise to your lady in a red dress... Last night in my hot mess, That lamp post said yes...
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 18:51:03 +0000
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