Thursday, November 18, 2004

for veena, my blanket_love

Oh girl, no Ma
Nothing much to speak of but a rough diamond
Sleep now, your angels will come, dear
Poor Matilda
Handcuffed to the wheel
And steering wildly
Through love's fields, so blindly

Forever only takes its toll on some
But, tonight you're sleeping alone without him
Tonight you're sleeping alone without him
And everything went up in smoke like wildflowers
Wildflowers, dear

Oh girl, lonely
Shuffles through the parade
Of a sleepless circus promenade
Hold on, dear

Oh girl, no Ma
Sister steals her a coat
For the windless breezes
Sleep now and Jesus will come, dear

Forever only takes it's toll on some
But, tonight you're sleeping alone without him
Tonight you're sleeping alone without him
And everything went up in smoke like wild flowers
Wildflowers, dear

-Ryan Adams

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