Wounded Lyrics - Jj72

the rain impinges upon the earth again blissfully 

the trees sigh in the wind and sway with distilled purity 

stench of relevance permeates the talk of love 

cloudless skies of blue,anaemic now, think of you 

curve of your neck is beautiful 

shape of your face is elegant 

gaze but poignant still 

but memories stings 

second stain of consequence 

fruit is rotting and then 

the crowd turns around to go back home 

views so empty 

but sane proceeds on its way to the grave 

curve of your neck is beautiful 

shape of your face is elegant 

gaze but poignant still 

but memories stings a 

second stain of consequence 

oh consequence 

this is consequence 

this is consequence