Turn the page dear
turn a leaf
turn the light low
Feel the promise of summer returning
the last spark of warmth before the snow
turn out augusts stars
I will come back you know
Turn the page dear
turn a leaf
turn the light low
Feel the promise of summer returning
the last spark of warmth before the snow
turn out augusts stars
I will come back you know
Go away you gentle force leave me be gentle be forceful but be somewhere else
Go to the clouds and be a ring around the moon not to say a circle not to be a circle not in the nearness of me.
You gentle touch you force of nature repetition makes a gentle gesture a powerful blow
The gentlest touch erodes my facade, the sweetest word makes me burst into tears, tears become clouds and clouds become rain and rain becomes the sea and the sea becomes the salt upon my skin.
So go away you gentle force Don’t be a circle don’t be a cloud don’t be the sea or the salt upon my face