Summer of Love / She Still Walks On Water

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Verse

She sewed discourse

Of course

Was distraught

But never thought

When she slept

With an astronaut

She would make it

To the moon and back

 

She suffered loss

Of course

And an angry heart

Is like fine art

The melancholy

Won’t surface

Until the secondhand smoke

Yellow’s her face

 

She walks with a purpose

Of course

Like she owns

The fucken place

But nobody wants

To be around

When the plane she be flying in

Is coming down

 

She had a son

Of course

She has a daughter

Never thought

About all the little lambs

That still go to the slaughter

Or how many days we fought

Right after the alter

 

Pre -Chorus

Sometimes it burns

Rub some more

Salt into the wound

Do we need a day

Of mourning for the nation

 

After all the flowers

That you bought for her

The carnations like

To self-destruct

Whilst the lilies are all about

A little self-preservation

 

Chorus

And when this baby start to burn

As far as you are concerned

Rub a little more salt on her

She still walks on water