Bicycle Lyrics

Autumns Bicycle

Two
sobs to burst the sky
ills and white rain

Gold tresses taper
coil and green eyes

Born of dew
thy lovely face is ever lost
born anew
thy loving grace is ever cross

Two
delicate fingers caress
this pallid tapestry

countenance gliding
in moonlit sighs

Born of dew
thy lovely face is ever lost
born anew
thy loving grace is ever cross

Born of dew
thy loving face is ever
gone
my true love