#mildred

moon-eyed woman, milkstone soul slumberer,

I’ll catch you when you fall if you put out your hands

and let the lamplight linger

just a little bit longer.

moon-eyed woman, milkstone soul slumberer,

your man isn’t waiting anymore.

all the bridges have burned

with fierce fire.

you’ve fallen prey to the trap they built into your mind.

no heart’s as lonely as everybody’s,

so let the music ring for a little bit longer.

but I’ll catch you when you fall

we all fall small, woman.

we all fall small.