Frank

Up and coming Spent a month with the water running Thought it was the rain not the sky humming Thought about the flight path of 27 doves Little white gloves I've seen magic done, and it's hard to trust Feeling heavy rain As the woman that is stuck to the weather vane LOVE Found grace in the hurricane Earth shakes, how the day breaks Feeling water weight When all the things that oughtta ain't Talking to the daughter not the mother saint Who can wash away your worries with a pot of paint Talk to wise men they call it love LOVE X2 Temperature, close your eyes and then fade into dust Feeling heavy rain LOVE Found grace in the hurricane Earth shakes how the day breaks LOVE Temperature, open wide some they call it love Feeling water weight LOVE When all the things that oughtta ain't LOVE Up and coming House shakes cause your brother's drumming A light rain on the lucky woman I like saying that I'm up to something Pencil marks on your weathered heart Here from the start so I'm claiming the part Draining the art cause the artist's alike to the whole Which to hold on must keep letting go of the SOLO Swimming pools, re-writing the rules The chlorine's devising the colour, the colour is new, the colour is chemical blue The seasons are changing, the metaphor's straining to too Do you write in the darkened room? Does the rain always add to the mood? Pitter patter, spun web is the brain matter If the pen breaks it's a natural disaster I write faith cause the night couldn't catch her FRANK L'Il take time on the words Stature as formed by the flight of the birds I'm not always ready, I like to write when the rain gets heavy Feeling heavy rain, love LOVE I write cause she's stuck to the weather vane YAH