With your whiplash poise
I miss your rock and roll hair
Your steel frame voice
Enigmatic despair
Such a starling walk
You’re breathing repairs
For static in stereo
Your cotton candy band



You were my 7/4 steel step man


With your teardrop intrusions
I miss your vacant linguistics
Another foreseen corruption
Your torn stories and red lipstick
Quickly out of sync
Enigmatic despair
On form for function
Your rock and roll years



And even when the beat died
It was never four to the floor and your still on my mind








Yeah, you’re still on my mind.

If you [Log In] as a member you can discuss this work with others