Clouds Over Wyoming

I ain't got no clue
Neither do they, neither do you
Paper-thin and feather-light
Broken birds don't fly
She said neither can I
Tiresome, like an iron thumb
Septic dreams and poisoned minds
No thanks, I'm really not fine

A light, a miss, one night, your kiss
To hide away the noise
Your eyes, my bliss, arise with this
Like I'm not just your clueless boy

I feel it hiding in me
Writhing underneath the waves
Still you understand me
Crushed underneath your gaze

The tightening of my grip
The shortening of his breath
The frightening need
With you is freed

I feel it hiding in me
Writhing underneath the waves
Still you understand me
Crushed underneath your gaze



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Writer(s): Andy Stevens
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