Love Doesn't Exist
By bg/The Trashcan Bard
ain’t to sure if those looks you give me say temptation
i just take pleasure in the dreaming of their translation
that’s what i do when i’m drinking rum all a lonesome
while others are dancing with their neurotic emotion
yet when i turn out the flickering neon nights
because scribes gave us those heavenly lights
i promise i’ll give unto you a kiss
the oldest sound of loves secret bliss
his isolated dream burns like a catastrophe lit cigar
I’ve crushed when love won’t dissolve like that ol’ blue ink scar
i always walk home via those old devil don’t care crossroads
where my sins cheer as that Thor cross i carry corrodes
yet when i turn out the flickering neon nights
because scribes gave us those heavenly lights
i promise i’ll give unto you a kiss
the oldest sound of loves secret bliss
i’ve never known a sceptic whose prayer doesn’t sound fallible
i’ve never known a mystic whose lore was infallible
yet when i turn out the flickering neon nights
because scribes gave us those heavenly lights
i promise to kiss you into that secret heavenly bliss
i’ll transform you into a believer of what doesn’t exist
© bg 2012
