Trouble Lurks Above


Seventh tenor running ever
drowning in the sun
Trembling sinner
wandering in her
suffering never done

Reasons pleasing crying lumber
summer always comes
Never risk her
a quiet whisper
or you'll linger with the bums

Will you fill a yellow willow
knowing that you did
Under younger
feeling hunger
wishing you had hid

Forge a chord to order fun
handicapped by love
Drop a locket
in her pocket
but trouble lurks above

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