Tarzan...
Tarzan... Stream that shutters down my cottage has again a foggy cover resting on the hay stack recollecting the lady days my queen outfit the pink ballet shoes lovely sissies, chirping cuckoos around ornaments to the gloss Oil lamps head above mirror of my dressing creasing moonlight monarch’s of the dark out again shadow in the candlelight, back again in time Close yet too far always deserted woods, still could count star you follow, myself too pathetic I lost my lyrics the tune, lost in here evermore Gold spark o’er the horizon caressed my eyes morning coffee steaming hot the misty vapors, tears trickle, clock back again Bittersweet migraine in my head thought you will be back my Novocain; the sensation was overwhelming been high now for a while. Overhead heat sweat on my tee thought I’ll swim upstream boulders; slimy vermin’s but I have nothing to lose, just some broken lost noon’s. Tarzan ruthless though sure spring fo...