SUMMER HOUSE

You had bad dreams
You tore your sheets
You’re beautiful when you cry
Caught in rain your sweater ran
Your breasts covered with dye
Your breasts all covered with dye

Threadbare oriental rugs
I love to watch you sleep
I’m drawn to you like an old cliche
And still the waters running deep
Running so deep

Rain was my drummer as I played guitar
I tried to squeeze love out of steel
You are the reason I keep looking for
I remember summer meals
Charcoal fires and summer meals

After a week I could finally relax
You laugh at me all of the time
The flowers were dead – the winter lay ahead
We laughed and drank Perrier with lime
Drinking Perrier with lime


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