The Last Night in the OK Corral
Forget me
forgive me not…
Replace the us with
I…
can do the damnest things…
And who’ll replace the sun in summer?
When words they often fall
like Autumn leaves.
and Autumn leaves me so, so hollow…
The desert gains a bitter man
the temperature’s constant
the lacerations on my feeble hands
they make me wait,
and wait and wait…
But who’ll replace the sun in Summer
when words they often fall like Autumn leaves
and Autumn leaves me so, so hollow…
so, so
so, so…
It’s the last night
In
the OK Corral…
yeah the last night in
OK Corral…
Still
The Last Night in
ok? corral?
The Last Night in…
Ok?
ready?
Go!!!!
