Greg "Grey" Perkins - All of a Tremble

Formed of scenes shown separately
Sideways from unsheltered skies to I
Why come to see me here
Explanations are the only words of crime
Farewell to arms and say
Hello I say there stranger take my worries all away

Won't feelings show true and make the blue feel new
Yet I'm waiting for the answers alone
And down, down, down we go
To the bottom of the back-seated row
Setting suns will never show
All of the tremble for the gold

Along these lines laid seemingly to hold back all those crowded fires
Why come to be so near
Your spoken words just aren't so clear
Hiding here the trembling fears
The men machines taking the things I once held so dear
Once held so very clear

Dancing around the open floor
Trying to find the hand to go
Setting suns have never shown the look of the people we let gold take away.

Written by:
Gregory Perkins

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