T.G.R.

Awoken to a soft ring An inviting passage Swore to never leave her Taillights in passing Words that have no meaning But you, leave it to me To mend this silent passage A gift between you and me Tastefully surveying you My face turns blue singing these dead end blues Patiently obeying you For now Now you're simply chasing An expiring passion Writing off the hours Callously abstaining Words that have no meaning But you, seem to believe By carefully refraining You're Cautiously inflating truth Just give in, to the voice within I have nothing to forget A hand that guides me to the end Temptations lead to other friends Caught off guard without my head Softly turn my head away Just give in, to the voice within Softly turn my head to them A hand that guides me to the end Tastefully surveying you My face turns blue singing these dead end blues Patiently obeying you My face turns blue singing these dead end blues Wastefully engaging you My face turns blue singing these dead end blues Carefully enabling you For now