Needle Gone

Walking around in a dream
But it ain't my dream
Moving pictures, changing scenes
Giving in to make believe

Fickle lies and marble eyes
People set upon the Sun
Shifting down into the hay
Needle gone, no damage done

Feeling sick, can't sleep a lick, and over it

A kindred soul with no shoe soles
Returned my smile yesterday
Can I trust the words that he proclaimed
Does it really matter, anyway

The kids say a man drained the wishing well
He was low on change, so down he fell
Sick of the your fake concerns and wish-you-well's
He bought a cheap road bike and lives in hotels

Feeling strange and short changed, maybe a little insane

These days, it's hard for me to paint your face
With just the palette of my memory
Your flowers and grace seem to wilt away
In the dark corners of my mind's eye

I know with just the taste of your lips
My hands would stop their shaking
I know with just the touch of your skin
My brain would stop it's breaking

Ain't it strange how the sun can make the whole night change



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Andrews
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