L's Song

I love your nervous fingers

Won't you fumble all night long

Let the morning air sting us

To rise and stumble on

Down the crooked pavements

The wind rolls my thoughts like a leaf

The brittle bell chimes

And fortune smiles, with its broken teeth

And the many rivered land

Grateful for the rain

I'd be grateful for one morsel

Of your loving again

Summer, restless summer

Won't let sleeping dogs lie

Your barbed voice

Re-awakens time gone by

Hound's face, fine boned

Parched land, dry stone

Thunder's muttered promise

Impatient gull on the scented wind

Your gray eyes startling

Rain nearly upon us

And the many rivered land

Grateful for the rain

I'd be grateful for one morsel

Of your loving again

And the many rivered land

Grateful for the rain

I'd be grateful for one morsel

I'd be grateful for one morsel

I'd be grateful for one morsel

Of your loving again

Ah, oh

Ah, oh

Eh, oh yeah