Leda

Tell me everything
Everybody's fine
I can tell you're drunk
Wandering somewhere creation

Gordian-like knot
Ranked by the days
Tried to cut you off
Somehow pulled it tighter

Talking to you
It's nearly morning where you are
While my afternoons move so slow
Pacing the room
Awaiting a moment gone too far
And your special way of ruining the mood

Oh, I'm always wondering where you are
May this be the year the spirit takes you, takes you, takes you
Oh, you always take it way too far
Is it the bottle or blood?
I can't relate to you at all

The ocean in view
I'm thinking of all the Grecian gods
The men they all played to get what they want
A crashing of waves, a sculpture of Leda and the swan
You wait, you wait, you wait
You wait and wait and wait