P. Dee H - If Only We Could Fund the Arts

The wind's a brush
Her hair's the leaves
Roots are rivers
Rich as Thebes
Meet me there
At one-fifteen
Where do you like to go
When you can't sleep

I close my eyes
Play the part
Read the lines
Even when it's dark
Trace the glyphs
Where you left your mark
If only we could
Fund the arts

On the other side of midnight
On the other end of town
Soliloquies and cigarettes
And shuffling on the ground
The local mausoleum
Has a body on display
It was the finest broken guitar
Ever made

I would love you
Past the tomb
I would love you
In my womb
And if you lie
I lie too
That's true

I can't get my
Wick to start
But I'm convinced
God changed their heart
Every time
I see the sparks
If only we could
Fund the arts

On the other side of midnight
On the other end of town
Soliloquies and cigarettes
And shuffling on the ground
I hope you feel the friction
Every time I turn the page
Like the finest broken guitar
Ever made

If only we could fund the arts

Written by:
Peter Harvill

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