UNTIL MY DAYS ARE DONE
full of song but too tired to carry on, to sing a word i know. though, i wrote it down in a book of lines and sound, they’ve lost their soul, the ghost is gone.
the the night is young, it’s barely broken one, there are still songs to be sung. with a drink, a dream, and a nightmare coming on, we will scream, we will laugh, and then we’re gone.
lend me rest upon your shoulder, lend me voice, lend me courage for a song, your sleave, your sheets until it’s over till sun will shake me, show me love.
till then i will sing the songs given to me, until my days are done.
and dawn will come with work and worries one, another way to waste away your days. we will skip repeat, and hurry up the heat that greys and takes and takes and takes.
