Blue & Gold

Said the drought would last for days I've been thirsty for years Crying for the marmalade With seventeen tears Why does my mouth feels so coarse and dry From nodding back and forth I can see that the passions are running high I'm tired of praying Desperate and deranged You say I look different but Sound the same Babbling nonsense With white iodine In self defense I struck from behind, well She's got eyes in the back of her head She could see I was terrified My hair stood on end On the nape of my neck What is whispered, what is said Vultures pick at the carcasses instead Take it easy and take it slow Maybe this time she will let me go I hold dear to tired ways Till temptation leads me astray Carry on Lay down Patience Paralyzed I'm done for The trails gone cold Vultures pick at the carcasses instead of Gold