My Strange One

Barefoot, red haired, in subtle shading I’ve painted dream
My canvass was a sigh, my palette: memories
But no artist I, I cannot render true
The image in my mind’s eye, my beloved muse

Dusted keepsakes from stolen childhood, her gift to me
Icons from a past I couldn’t intervene
Scant comfort were my arms the nights when tremors reigned
Motes of hope in a world where nothing’s free

Sex sells, sex sells
But you sold me the moon
My strange one

Girl with the light in her eyes – shine
Gave me your dream to hold until I die
Sunset smiled upon dogged miles we walked entwined
Two dreamers on a road forged from brambled time

Sex sells, sex sells
But you sold me the stars
My strange one
Oh my strange one
Oh my strange one
Oh my strange one
Yay yeah yeah

Sex sells, sex sells
But you sold me a soul
My strange one
Sex sells, sex sells
Follow you to the grave
My strange one