Lost in colors Painted with silver dice Printed on fading sheets With yellows, greys and whites Harmonies couldnt get you to say Your voice always carrying You further from my own Think of me I know youll always feed The buoy thats out to sea Guiding me to your deep deep deep Maplebees Kept them from stinging me They hovered around my tree And about your trembling leaves But oh, oh, oh you kept the door open Your long dark silouette Flushed to the frame The flattery of young women Can keep a man hoping But nothing could compare to you calling my name Think of me Gaslights and silver streams Shadows and arteries That bleed from your heart back to me
maplebees, deep, silouette, gaslight, silver