Grace Cummings The Look You Gave
The feeling of first sunlight
Has fallen like flood after fire
I need to swim in an ocean
As cold as the look you gave
A cigarette to waste my time
And wine like the richest rose
The feather in my cap
It has blown away
Fallen in an ocean as cold
As the look you gave
I'd take the wind on that blows down mountains
All my days hotter than the sun
To never see the stroke of moonlight
To turn away that look you gave
There's a place on my ceiling
And sometimes I think that it is looking
Back at me
And sometimes it looks just like [?]
I'd take the wind on that blows down mountains
All my days hotter than the sun
To never see the stroke of moonlight
To turn away that look you gave
