We hit the floor just like her blue silk slip
Dark puritan rose to the curve of her hip
I did not know, it was too much, too much for me to handle
To be shown to the heart of the matter by your holy candle
The clank of your second hand, the stare of your glass eye
Have I no wisdom? That is not wise
In that way we laid the rail, a woven handmade Indian
I spoke and understood your golden Virginian
Still not a day goes by
Something always
Something always, by and by
Sing the same old song in the same old way
Through mystic maze of memories, our days of disarray
Stood still in the same place twice just to cast a shadow
Cast down by a western sun, you have the right to know
Still not a day goes by
Something always
Something always, by and by
Still not a day goes by
Something always
Something always, by and by

INVIA LE CORREZIONI