Inclined Plane

Bend your finger at the joint
You still point
By any other name, roses just the same
Pretty eyes
Under grey suburban skies

Make your secret getaway
And play
Thought you left me in the dark
But I know where you park
Pretty eyes
Under Madawaska skies

Listen to the storm
Forewarned
Tell all my secrets to the friends
That you lose in the end
Pretty eyes
Between the fields and skies

Bend your finger at the joint
You still point
By any other name, roses just the same
Pretty eyes



Credits
Writer(s): David Campbell
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