To Hide From The Sun

Into the night, away from the day
Flee from the light to where shadows lay
Into your dreams where nothing is certain
Parting the screams with your velvet curtain
Boys will be boys, girls will be girls
But I am destroyed by the cruel world
Then you find me, fear soaking wet
And your lips bind me by night in your debt
Touch me to dreaming til my body quakes
While windows are steaming I will not awake
I’ll stay here like this, breathless and numb
It’s a form of bliss to hide from the sun

By Paul D Aronson. 2003. All Rights Reserved.

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