Chapped Lips (Spell It Out Tammy)
The fields are going fallow
I'm tired anyway
If there were a harvest I'd celebrate
This time of year my heart grows cold
There was a spark of hope in us
Before this time of war
Can you remind me what started it all
Why we shut it down
No need to hold
To the rope that was guiding me
Keep me fast gave me symmetry
It's a mast that was used to propel
In an open sea in a craft built for weather
You called me a buccaneer
And that's true of course
The time you and I were recklessly tender
Has come to an end so hard so shrewd
Now the time to navigate
Just get me out of here
The palace we shared was poorly constructed
Doused with gasoline
No need to hold
Writer/s: Excons
