Invitation to a Beheading
I’ve lived too long
Not afraid to leave
I’ve seen them pass
I’ve kicked their ass
Nothing up my sleeve
I love your lips
Your finger tips
The way you spit
On the head of it
O my love
There’s nothing above
There’s nothing below
There’s nothing out there
But an empty stare
So let’s do some good stuff
Too much is never enough
We’ve lived too long
We’re not bad people
Done nothing wrong
But here we are
In your car
In the woods
Without the goods
Too many shoulds
Let’s drive over the top
To the coffee shop
Where the music plays
Where we spent our days
O my love
O my love
With our crazy ways
There’s nothing above
There’s nothing below
There’s nothing out there
But an empty stare
This I know
This I know
There’s only one way
Left to go
This I do know
There’s no more growing
To be done
No more flowing
To any new sun
The age has changed
Become deranged
Worse then ever
Will set right never
Once we were clever
But no more
O my love
O my love
I know the score
I know the score
I know the score
What is life for?
© 2012 GP aka JSW
