Hammock - Howls

By the time I heard your cold cries

I was out of the museum

Running west by the park

And I could barely sketch your face in case

Your gusto growls off of the page

I don't remember what

You look like anymore howling at the moon

With those larry hagman blues

One dance then a blue

And stay with me all night my honey child

Will warm beads drip on

My hand from your waste

Will it taste like the collisions

We played out in the dark

Go run alone under the trees

That grew out over the river a very English summer

Ah ashen ah well I'm howling at the moon

With those larry hagman blues

A quick step and a few can't resolve

I'm not into the night

I can't even see the point

Kim I never had enough