Past Addresses

Gene Clark

Love come closer
Breaks me down to see you in the pains of fear
The depths of your stone true eyes
Are reflecting every burden of this life we bear
My words can`t slide the truth to you
Tomorrow every trial of life is going to fall

I can only make guesses
On some of my past addresses
And tell you what my broken memory recalls.

The first time I saw you
My heart became the ruler of my mind
The shadows of your motions
Lingered way beyond the statements I intended timed
The tears you hold from flowing
Are the blood of the saints that shield the broken heart