D D. CROW

Hi baby, look at me
Running across the dolls of smiles
Hanging on a string
Before my queen, I’m going down

With no mask or misery
Hi baby, look at me

On the stairs, inside the mind
Hanging on the human spine
I’m opening up the darling tears
Surfing beside the dreams of blues

With no train or cigarettes
Hi baby, look at me

It’s a political timing
To come into the wetness, between your thighs
On the ground of to be or not to be
It’s not a question, but a state of mind

It’s life
Like this or so
With no mask or disappearance
A ball of snow
Sitting on the bench
Feeling right or wrong
Hi baby, look at me

Hi baby, look at me
Losing my mind
Inside your love