Vert Waiting For His Lady
Well as the mourner Yeah, that's how he met her Well as the porno' Yeah, that's how he kept her And he says that he stared That he stared at her figure 'Till he was close to her next movement But never could he be sure And no, no one wants to hear him say The thoughts on his mind that he'd share with you anyway 'Cause no, he don't want to lose her Though he's never even known her He knows that she's bleeding and all he wants is to help And maybe some day she'll turn to his way He's saying... No, I don't want to fall inlove with your face Oh no, I don't want to love your dress Girl, I don't want to feel your waist 'Cause your mouth it tastes so pleasing But to love I need a reason And there's more but I don't want to tell you the rest So if you'll step out of the photograph I'll try to be worthy of what's left If you'd only give honesty a try this one time She told him that she'd meet him there Go to the grave that is bair And he thinks that maybe she fell in and Was covered up by the wind But in the graveyeard he still stands Just watching alone as the lillies growe from old hands And through the years he's never cried He's saving his tears for the final goodbye So when the rains falling just toss him a coat Don't run to him for there's a spiritual moat But if you'll just reach out with your hand I'm sure he'll hand you her picture he carved from this land No more air for men to breath Returned to dust are they so we'll grieve And over each grave is laid a frame inside's a women with no true name I asked him once wich girl was the one That had taken his heart away yet he said "Son, If I were to show you the way Would you show it to her or just let her return to clay?" ..And so I walked away.
