lundi 25 janvier 2010

Casimir Pulaski Day.


I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the lord has made

And the complications you could do without

When I kissed you on the mouth

I remember at Michael's house

In the living room when you kissed my neck

And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs

When your father found out what we did that night

And you told me you were scared

Oh the glory when you ran outside

With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied

And you told me not to follow you

In the morning when you finally go

In the morning in the winter shade

On the first of March on the holiday

I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory when he took our place

But he took my shoulders and he shook my face

And he takes and he takes and he takes

[Sufjan stevens]

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