Deadly Nightshade

In the wake. Up, down and gone awry.

Iím paper in your basket, donít tell me

youíre not asking why. Donítí fear, itís

alright, I wonít be in the sun today.

Not all words can have their say or due.

Iím watching them perfectly entwining you.

Donít fear, itís alright,

you wonít be in the sun today.

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Urge smiles and stands so tall.

Saints making sinners of us all.

Change?

What would our names be?

This forgetful and forbidding time

puts us in a whole new heat-lamp-blistering light.

Donít fear, itís alright,

we wonít be in the sun today.

I wonít be in the sun today.

Christopher Hoffee ©2002 ASCAP