Bolinas
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Sink the greasy Fingers in
who, aloud, could speak the tale
one over from discovery
and underneath the midnight pale

tied together, we are a drunk man's wish
we lay zipped in with circumstance
though no one knows what time it is,
the clock knows where to put his hands

and fine
and rich and dark
this time
Virtue can sometimes fail
when humanity
takes a second look,
underneath the midnight pale

so mix me in
with second wind
Blowing across my memory
The guilt rides high
Behind these eyes
that contemplate discovery

The Ludicrous treachery of being alive
has robbed my soul's last purity
The sweet syrup of
Each mortal wish
lies bitter on my surety

So damn the stars
and drain the sea
and leave me thirsty on its bed
when I have lost my innocence
my everything is dead