slipping
dreaming of sunshine
she's going
oh ho
that(my)bright sparkling flame
my pixie
they played that song
it's breaking
silly little shadow
slipping
© 1998 m. hughes
slipping
slipping
a.w.a.y.
through my fingers
like strands of pearls
on broken strings
and rose and lies
she's slipping through my fingers
and all i do is scream at the sky
silly little shadow
what could you do
when they don't want
to be put back together again?
that(my)joyful little pixie
of a girl i used to know
where'd she go?
and
her clocks
sitting in the dark
speaking with the
other clock-pixies
in a language
i don't know
a.n.y.m.o.r.e.
the one you always
used to sing for me
today
on the radio
the watchband slipping slowly from my wrist
i see it
-my clock-
falling to the ground
shattering
slipping
breaking
clinging to those
dark romantic
d.r.e.a.m.s.
you always used to have
of sunshine
roses
and rain this time
slipping
slipping
a.w.a.y.
slipping through my fingers
like broken strands of pearls
and all i do
is scream at the sky
