Live Without
B. Deily
Kill the longing,
Though I know I'm lying to myself
It's an eccentric gift
Gathering dust on the shelf
Still feverish;
Say dies -- one wish
New stars, old sky:
Lies satisfy
How can you live without losing anything?
What do you give the girl who has everything?
While the months go by
And I can almost touch you
I pull back from your hand
Because I want too much to
Hat full of rain
Clean & profane
Though impolite
Can this be right?
I can't -- can't stop you
Do what you want to
What's left -- left over?
Some song you wrote her...