Still
on a dewy moonlit dawning
the day but barely yawning
the waxing and waning and fawning
glowing embers no longer scalding
the breath begins a sigh
but remembers by and by
of the ears that lay beside
________
quivers here
shivers near
a freshness surely tainted
dust settled
becomes filth, detested
by all once held dear
________
the world is summoned
won’t you hear the news
extra, extra, such charming pride
what did you have to lose
and so search and try and find
get lost in the corners of your mind
but so have all the clues
________
and you think
so this must be the blues
you whisper
this must be the blues
you speak
yeah this is the blues
you scream
i’ve got the fucking blues
and the ears prick up
