a thief was born in winter
trading sunglasses for spectacles-
their rosey shades
wore through last summer
when your legs walked
our better years away,
Its not a tint I taint
as some new rush,
but one I paint to avoid
those hearses on the byway,
sometimes I'll...
their rosey shades
wore through last summer
when your legs walked
our better years away,
Its not a tint I taint
as some new rush,
but one I paint to avoid
those hearses on the byway,
sometimes I'll...