Bart Davenport Want Some
i want some
some of what the poets have written of
i want words
from the lips of life like drops of wine on your tongue
honey, from the beekeeper who in time gets stung
she's so sweet
i want some
of what made the colors are (?) change you
in my room
to we lead such complicated lives
yes, we do
i know we don't have to
there are way to many smoke screens in scenes
i want some, oh yeah
i want some
some of what the singers are singing of
i want love
kind of love you hear about in an oldest tune
seems like trying to find some sign of life
on the moon
i still try
i want some, oh yeah
