Taun Richards - Loves Watering Hole | Текст песни

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“Loves Watering Hole”

She is growing up fast, constantly changing, like a chameleon on an artist's palette.
Changing her hair, the clothes that she wears, trying to define her particular talent.
It's never easy transforming into a woman, it's like modeling something from clay.
Experimental behavior, self destruction is her saviour, while she tries to find her way.
Love's a merciful pleasure, the sweetest endeavor, but tantalisingly out of her reach.
The man she admires, poured water on her fire, now love is washed up on the beach.
Materialism is Lucifers cradle, the soft pointed sable, that the artist holds in his hand.
All the pretentious preamble, feels like an old worn sandal, treading on perilous sand.
In sheer desperation, she penned a creation, a poem that would touch his heart.
It made an impression, but despite her romantic confession, their love just fell apart.
Spending weeks in her room, the cold dark tomb, where despair was her only friend.
The six month affair, vanished into thin air, all that was left was the portentous end.
Her glowing adoration, and a temporary reconciliation, warmed her heart and soul.
They may not be together, but she will fondly remember, her time spent at loves watering hole.

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