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
Music spotlight
Who are you missin' what are you wishin' and where does that leave us...
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?