artsfartsyjanet
10-01-2002, 07:36 AM
A Narcissist's Ballad
Slowly the bird opens its dazzling wings
or was it just the season?
My heart is drenched in wine.
The light passes
that's all that I remember.
The beautiful is fair.
The morning comes to consciousness
to use the surplus for the deficit.
You'll fall for anything.
I am not yours, not lost in you
and the smile still played about her lips
always been right here where you are.
I am an answer, they are only a call.
Accept the things I cannot change.
The intoxication is over.
<!--EDIT|artsfartsyjanet|Oct 1 2002, 11:02 AM-->
Slowly the bird opens its dazzling wings
or was it just the season?
My heart is drenched in wine.
The light passes
that's all that I remember.
The beautiful is fair.
The morning comes to consciousness
to use the surplus for the deficit.
You'll fall for anything.
I am not yours, not lost in you
and the smile still played about her lips
always been right here where you are.
I am an answer, they are only a call.
Accept the things I cannot change.
The intoxication is over.
<!--EDIT|artsfartsyjanet|Oct 1 2002, 11:02 AM-->