Many Henry - Henryland Fantasies

Learning to Gesture Again

It was my triumph to aid in your war
Speaking tongues with my head on the floor
Practicing moves for the holiest day
The day I can finally say
That I don't hate myself this way
Tasting the juice of the fruit from the day
A golden intention, and sullied invention
My wound is thus my fate

Oh, it seems to me
That the garden I planted for you turned to sour manure
But are you sure
That I even love myself just 'cause I'm dancing at night
Life's astounding these hearts in the world

Oh, I will love
I am reborn
I will be more
Yes I am sure
I will grow
You will know
We'll take it slow

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Writer(s): Henry Maclean
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