Emmy Lee

They lay tangled in 10 o clock softness twisted in white cotton 

In sweet curves they froze drawn by the tender 

Nectar of morning time 

They kissed dew from the other and knew they could never go wrong 

So sweet it’s sour, so strong it’s bitter, so far it’s lasted this long 

 

Oh Emmy Lee when will you come for me?

My bed’s been cold for a while 

I know it’s because of our history

But I ache to see your smile 

 

If their bones should wither away in this bed they won’t cry

For they’re bound by pleasure and sleep without measure is shadows and sun going by 

They’ll kiss dew from the other and know they could never go wrong

So sweet it’s sour, so strong it’s bitter, so far it’s lasted this long 

 

When she awoke she saw you were gone 

Words hung in her throat

Of a love gripped too strong 

 

Oh Emmy Lee when will you come for me?

My bed’s been cold for a while 

I know it’s because of our history

But I ache to see your smile

 

They’ve since untangled but their love will not be forgotten

They’ll still remember those tender touches 

And limbs twisted all up in cotton 

They kissed dew from the other and knew they could never go wrong

So sweet it’s sour, so strong it’s bitter, so far it’s lasted this long

Tuck into Vacancy 

I wanna know do you go looking for ghosts, 

When the old lamp flickers, or the note drifts to the floor?

Did you forget to close the door?

Cracked in the cold, of too tall windows and memories hard to hold  

 

I would like to dance with you all night

I would like to know your angles 

I would like my angels and yours to meet, on high 

And I would like it to happen before we die 

 

What a joke, to sing in silent revery

Certainly softer than it left me 

To turn, and tuck into vacancy 

It's a body to sombody; it's all rusted around the frame 

 

I would like to dance with you all night

I would like to know your angles 

I would like my angels and yours to meet, on high 

And I would like it to happen before we die 

 

I wanna know, do you go looking for ghosts 

When the old lamp flickers, or the note drifts to the floor?