*(Incomplete, need help with spoke word poem toward end)
I'm sorry I dropped you, I'm sorry I did
Black eyes and blue jeans in the garden
At the edge of Summer
I don't want to lose ya
But you're making it hard, so hard
With nothing to cling to
You're out on your own
Ageless at the bottom of the garden
At the edge of Summer
I don't want to lose ya
But you're making me try, so hard
This is a warning
This is a warning
This is a warning
For everyone who feels like
They're living with their eyes shut
Tripping over eggshells
And trying their best
This is a warning
This is a warning
This is a warning
I watch how the sun moves
When it comes in too close
I sat at the bottom of the garden
At the edge of Summer
I don't want to lose ya
But you're making me try, so hard
This is a warning
This is a warning
This is a warning
For everyone who feels like
They're living with their eyes shut
Tripping over eggshells
And trying their best
This is a warning
This is a warning
This is a warning
[If the sun didn't set today
Would tomorrow still be yesterday?
I wrote a Hemingway along your spine, it read profanity
Biro pens that I wrote poems with
I swallowed so they'd never tell my secret, sweet and very strange
I was never raised properly just a sloppy man of profit with a lot to say
Fought a tongue that might have knocked his head
The laughing spot as if I hid
The curried chicken - the only thing in the loads of villages
I filled with facts and think of Saturday known scribbled in ink
Provided that they were known to make clearly and Metallica one time
I never cared about the music and said I never would]
When the Summer is over
We had nothing to show
Black eyes in the garden
For everyone who feels like
They're living with their eyes shut
Tripping over eggshells
And trying their best
This is a warning
This is a warning
This is a warning
For everyone who feels like
They're living with their eyes shut
Tripping over eggshells
And trying their best
When the Summer was over
We had nothing to show
Black eyes in the garden
And no where to go
