May

Oh my mind it's bound turning time
Weary 'neath the shimmer of your shine
Oh i'll make it right
Hold true to come back one day maybe
Then I can see through your eyes
Disintegrate mine all the same

Then the banks gave in
Onto our poor heads
I swore could hear them say the bells are coming in
This order's tall from my home here underground
Following the sound of feet tapping the wall

I am so sick of catching snow
Just let it all blow
Spinning the time 'till the years turn me to bones
The wingnut turns

Tired old crows beak
Out came a sound
Sleep on the floor 'till May comes around



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Writer(s): Nathaniel Robert Riley
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