Lyrics
Sunglasses
By Ian G. Clifton
November 22nd, 2005
Tap, scrape
Tap, scrape
Tap, scrape
Flowing water; maybe a fountain?
Even tapping; shoes on brick
Laughing loud; probably young men?
Rough coughing; someone is sick
Tap, scrape
Tap, scrape
Tap, scrape
Panting low; perhaps a dog?
Leaves rustling; the wind chills me
Gasping breath; an ugly frog?
Girls giggling; they can see
Tap, scrape
Tap, scrape
Tap, clank
Reaching out; is it near?
Cold piercing; knob smooth and round
Resisting some; hesitant gear?
Now turning; destination found