When i saw the first time, the thunder came crashing Your new blue eyeliner caught my distraction And like we were two lovers forming from fiction Your mouth caught my ear with such perfect diction And there i let you tie my hands back and take me O Lorraine on a Saturday morning O Lorraine with your soft, burning hands We fell asleep in the back of the warehouse I woke to you kneading and covering my mouth And like we were hummingbirds screaming at ravens You started to move me from fact into fable And there i let you take me under the table O Lorraine on a Saturday morning O Lorraine with your soft, burning hands
A Beautiful old timey Love story turning From fact into fable I feel once again able To be beginning Savouring that feeling Covered in flowers On a cedar shake table When Saturday mornings Sunders come crashing with a million butterflies perfection Once again pulled from fact into fable It Is always my afternoons progression to be able to live with the darkness s distractions Revealing The final fact into fable But surely not ever forsaken you promised me this is what you wanted PS (I wrote this for Adrienne But I read it now and somehow I can not Understand it at all)
Nooo I like making you aware of nostalgias glories P$ Thanks so much for your reply I sincerly hope you enjoyed it also So thanks from the ghost on the shore
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