Give A Poem Away Lyrics

Brian Wilson Give A Poem Away

It's this hot night
Cold weather in my bone's.

Enough dread inclining to off/center
All my day's.


I want to be home with you
Though I know your at work



I want to be home with you
Even as I am here.



Making into nothing once again
Making into nothing once again
making into nothing once again.



Right at that,we will
Dance under a palo alto moon light,
Talk from purple evening's
Till nightfall.

Even when Im dead
Keep in touch with me,
If you will, I will.


When my sub concious mind is opening
Failing always becomes my test.



My sister,can,t write
My sister,can't answer
Im fairly sure~
When if ever
She think's of me
She just sees a giant middle finger.


My poetry is that of a locked garage
No overhead light
Dust strange in the spider's truant,
A quiet as if God is talking to you
All though your thoughts are silent.