THE WORDS
(played to the beat of a big sad drum)
The words / and a touch /
would have meant /
so much /
But it’s gone / and it’s gone
and you know / it’s gone
Yet sometimes, / in the night /
it still throbs /
Like a phantom / limb
THE WORDS
(played to the beat of a big sad drum)
The words / and a touch /
would have meant /
so much /
But it’s gone / and it’s gone
and you know / it’s gone
Yet sometimes, / in the night /
it still throbs /
Like a phantom / limb