Soft Features
There’s those sheets I’ll never see
It’s a little more than skin that rubbed off on me
We’d better take a picture
While we’re still young, with soft features
Have you learned from our mistakes?
From shy lips you knew you wouldn’t
You played fair and were cheated again
You had the better hand
To hold, To know
To grow, oh no
To ask, oh no
There’s those sheets I’ll never see
It’s a little more than skin that rubbed off on me
Fair is fare and you are you
I’m the distance between the two
I can’t see straight, without these frames
What I see are, shadows and shapes
That twist and turn, under the shade
Of your banner good play
And your lines that remain
There’s alot more than sheets I’ll never see
It’s a little more than skin that rubbed off on me
Fair or Fare, you never knew
you bet bedding and it's lost on you
(watch Mr. Jones on the piano at 2:30ish.)
