Greeting The Ambassadors
Erin Earl Muehlenbach
I can’t hear a word you’re saying over the tired blues and yet I wish this song would never end oh, the lovely hushed brushing of your lips first names will take a week not long enough, not nearly let’s shark through the pipe-smoke and chatter, find our dark corner, begin the ritual again I can’t hear a word so just play on, fathers and let your song never end oh, play for the lovely, hushed, brushing of her lips, so close to my ear
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