My Boy

Do you want us
think less tnan ever
can you imagine
that all around hardly is, hardly matters
let me invite you
for a drink, sweet and sacred
to teach us to feel and to fly
and then go down breaking!

If you would like me to make it
if you would love it and take it

Hear me, my boy, there’s nothing but joy
as long as I have you to take it
I’ll lead you up to the very last point
as long as you want me to make it

Meet me naked
or in gold and black velvet
meet me in the desert
or in the the heart of some White Celebration
find me, lose me
spend years waiting
ask them if they’ve heard my name
them drifters and strangers

If you would like me to make it…

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