Traffic Tune.
Don't look down at the endless sea
of pink and white automobiles.
Don't listen to the horrible sound
of wheels on gravel.
Just let the wind help you glide.
Maybe one morning, you'll fly by.
Don't look up at the sky
as it turns black with blots of thunder clouds.
Don't inhale the dangerous smoke
that waves around your fingers like a dream.
Do the orange traffic cones catch your eye?
Does the partially gray sky make you smile?
Does this photograph burn in your mind?
I'll sing you a lullaby in the afternoon.
Oh sonny boy, you can't run.
You've got a place inside my photo book.
Like a rose crushed between old pages.
Put your away message on and make me wait
for you to get back online.
Tell me your in the aisle over
and have me waiting until closing time.
Whisper that you've got an umbrella inside
and watch me get drenched with heartbroken screams.
It's our sweet lullaby.
A Traffic Tune for your ears to listen to.
You make me thrum with your words
and make me shiver with your promises.
As your dreams paint themselves on my naked body
and the brush stroke of your sharp tongue makes me writhe.
of pink and white automobiles.
Don't listen to the horrible sound
of wheels on gravel.
Just let the wind help you glide.
Maybe one morning, you'll fly by.
Don't look up at the sky
as it turns black with blots of thunder clouds.
Don't inhale the dangerous smoke
that waves around your fingers like a dream.
Do the orange traffic cones catch your eye?
Does the partially gray sky make you smile?
Does this photograph burn in your mind?
I'll sing you a lullaby in the afternoon.
Oh sonny boy, you can't run.
You've got a place inside my photo book.
Like a rose crushed between old pages.
Put your away message on and make me wait
for you to get back online.
Tell me your in the aisle over
and have me waiting until closing time.
Whisper that you've got an umbrella inside
and watch me get drenched with heartbroken screams.
It's our sweet lullaby.
A Traffic Tune for your ears to listen to.
You make me thrum with your words
and make me shiver with your promises.
As your dreams paint themselves on my naked body
and the brush stroke of your sharp tongue makes me writhe.