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abe chang: Music

senses

(from "lo-fi is chic."--2005)
SENSES

Bitter lips utter acrid words
Telling me of the day
In some other place, other world
Colored some shade of gray

Empty eyes see between the lines
Showing me where you lay
In some other bed, other sleep
A temporary stay

And you stand alone, in the absence of my love
Gave you everything and still it’s not enough
Wanting more than I’ve ever held in my hands
Leave in the way of ever shifting sand

Unheeding ears are better deaf
Listening to you pray
To some other man, other god
Much to my dismay

And inept fingers feeling alone
Molding empty clay
In some other shape, other form
An amusing game you play

And you stand alone, in the absence of my love
Gave you everything and still it’s not enough
Wanting more than I’ve ever held in my hands
Leave in the way of ever shifting sand

And my senses betray me
Tripping me once again

And my senses betray me
My patience is wearing thin

And my senses betray me
Killing me in the end

And my senses betray me
Over and over again

And you stand alone, in the absence of my love
Gave you everything and still it’s not enough
Wanting more than I’ve ever held in my hands
Leave in the way of ever shifting sand

[*"lo-fi is chic." available at AMAZON.COM]