Story Behind the Song
"...light of my life, fire of my loins, my sin, my soul." -V.Nabokov
Lyrics
miss haze
maybe i’m jealous of windows and bridges
they get to be walked all over, and looked through
by you
and the days will be longer
than the stains on my duvet
and salty chested
starlit gestures
sweet cushions,
and moistened.
days won’t be honey colored, haze
haze
wait till i get you in red light
all alone
upward aching knees, bold
sticky limbs, and warm weight, wet mouth
O
warm milk, slow
my Lo
michael johnson – guitars, organs, vocals, SK-1
chad crouch – engineer
words and music by MJohnson
1999 Zubsongs, Ltd.
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