The Beatles were an elastic Band
who preyed on guitars at night
Their lyrics were originally poems
Like the Tongue of Songs
The Beatles were an elastic Band
who preyed on guitars at night
Their lyrics were originally poems
Like the Tongue of Songs
The old wisteria makes a canopy
With my love I hid there wild and free
Then we sat in silent levity
The waiter brought iced cake and Earl Grey tea
A water fountain gurgled happily
Yet soon I was alone Andy so was he
I feel a naked hand upon my heart
Cold as winter in its icy parts
The cold hand seems to grip or even squeeze.
Seeks to kill my heart and not to please
I wonder if intrusion can be blocked
Psychic armour, ways the evil’s stopped
Deep inside there is a peace and calm.
Though on the surface there are fickle storms
Over heart and lungs I cross my arms
To keep my feelings in and free from harm
I did it yesterday and I was calmed
My breath was slowed so will you cross my palms ?