Sweet Outrageous
I went to one of those beautiful places
It must have been before, or maybe after, that exchange of bruised faces.
This inspired mood places you in those moon swept pages,
My sweet outrageous
My sweet outrageous
Like a rose with one thousand faces,
Burning orange as the sun sets down the days wages
And turns clouds into the banks of yellow light rivers in mazes
My sweet outrageous
My sweet outrageous
The day's work is waning
Night's horses are restless and braying
It's been so long I couldn't write it till now
But baby we had a great time
I just want to hurt you
You know I fear you
It's been so long I couldn't write it till now
But baby we had a great time
I just want to hear you
You know I want to heal you
You're a ghost to me, at most to me
Just a little too close to me
You're a ghost to me,
That's all, at most to me
A host to these memories
I went to one of those beautiful places
It must have been before, or maybe after, that exchange of bruised faces
This inspired mood places you in those moon swept pages,
And turns clouds into yellow light rivers in mazes
My sweet outrageous
My sweet outrageous
My sweet outrageous
My sweet outrageous
Autor(es): Paul Josephs