Devil on my shoulder
I felt the room grow colder
The young are so much bolder
They’re born with eyes that smoulder
I wrapped you up in cotton
I held you close in swaddling clothes
My private wonder
A desert rose in approaching thunder
I feel the world’s gone rotten
And you will need a life’s supply of alibis
Or could it be the fear dies with me
The matriarch’s awoken
The status quo is broken
Please accept this token
When ugly truths are spoken
I wrapped you up in cotton
I held you close in swaddling clothes
My private wonder
A desert rose in approaching thunder
I feel the world’s gone rotten
And you will need a life’s supply of alibis
Or could it be the fear dies with me
I wrapped you up in cotton
I held you close in swaddling clothes
My private wonder
A desert rose in approaching thunder
I feel the world’s gone rotten
And you will need a life’s supply of alibis
Or could it be the fear dies with me
Fear dies with me
(C) J. Davies 2018