by Ty Kovatch
A little prayer
I saw you there
I'd like to take you, but I'm not going anywhere
Her face was read
The thought was dead
The resting place of love is someone else's bed
Those discretionary pictures that we saw
Disproportionately hanging on the wall
I stand underneath you hoping you will fall
Covered by your covers
Morning son, my only son
Let him be cuz he's not hurting anyone
Tortured will
You've had your fill
You drank me down and now you're thirsting for the kill
Chorus
A little smile
For awhile
It was a hundred if I carried you a mile
No regrets, no regrets
The resting place of luck is anybody's bet
Chorus
© Ty Kovatch 2006
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