“Too pretty for your own god. That’s why you destroy everything you touch.”
Happiness hit her like a train on a track. Coming towards her stuck still no turning back. She hid around corners and she hid under beds. She killed it with kisses and from it she fled .With every bubble she sank with her drink And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are coming
So you better run
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind You cant carry it with you if you want to survive
Finished.
