Invention-The Wash

Playing with the words Borrowed darkness from a blackbird's call Borrowed the time, but once the words escape The shakes come knocking at my door with haste Working at your head In the study with the lead pipe red A game of thrones and everything is feeling great The counterpoint to our mistakes Everything sounds candy Rivers in my ears, its madness I've invented a new sadness Teasing with our hands Reaching blind behind a cellar door Knowing that just across the other side it ends We'll just have to try our luck again Stepping on phrases Making love on the lines of pages All my friends with guns and golden bandoleers Are wondering what they're doing here Everything sounds candy Rivers in my ears, its madness I've invented a new sadness