A. Savage - Winter In The South lyrics

When we'll blow the torch Summon me onto your porch 'Til into your parlor again How can you still smile? There you are, it's been a while Back to the town where you live Can I speak to you Like I've always wanted to With every eye on my face? Where you find my words Wiggle snakes out of the earth Omens and our not of place I'm a screen porch flyer I am drying flowers I'm a postcard read, filed and fed to it's place in the drawer Winter in the south Autumn from a northern mouth Acts like the cruelest month lived When I last was here Happy to return my dear Talk for a while and let's sit Ample was the floor Sleeping in the clothes we wore That night we called it a bed With no fear of shame The less I could a common name Felt out the lie between us I'm a bowing eye I'm a pilgrim south I'm a toy you both speaking slow as it sentenced the end You dreamt that I died My face on another side Stretched like the string on the door Feel my pulse and tap Bleach my blood mantras and Claim every ounce of it yours Two weeks on the land Now I'm back at home again Nowhere to rhyme but the tape Often goes the sound Of a hearts uncertain hound Clinging the bars of it's tape I'm a hotel shower I'm a tempted snake I'm a distant howl making sound as it dreeps on the floor Talented with words Am I more than pretty verse? Read by a voice in your head Am I on your mind? After all this kindling cried Building around like a sand Now I hold the torch Now the amputation's yours Glowing on fire like a cake I'll be thirty-one Next month and I only want You by my side as I wake I am no wrong turn Is there such a thing? There are only turns that we take at one time, it's okay