October 6, 1985
Suzanne,
I can't explain myself any clearer than this lyric. I can't explain why this happens. I only know i fall into this very same hole time and time again. It's not by design; it's a flaw, and a habitual one at that.
Here is a picture of a relationship in the midst of hopeless head to head, "tete a tete" negotiations. The safe haven here, is sleep.
This version recorded 8/9/2016
Lyrics
The Sandman’s Comin'
Words, you hit me with words
They bounce in my ears
They fall to my knees
Say, I’ve something to say
You’ve nothing to fear
We’ve nothing to lose
The sandman’s comin' and the milkman’s light-years away
Stars, you’re hangin’ on stars
They melt into tears
They’re filling your shoes
Haze, we’re eyes in a haze
When faces appear
We’re often surprised
Silhouetted passion
Pirouetted rationality
Tete a tete la facon
C’est la guerre
C’est la vie
Love, slippery love
We save souvenirs
But love slips away
Learn, we’ve lessons to learn
We’ve voices to hear
We’ve reasons to live
The sandman’s comin' and the milkman’s light-years away
© 1985 paul shire
9/7/1985