Father, Closer.

Yorke

Take off your mortgage and remove your career,

stop polishing your act.

Stop taking stock,

stop the clocks and open the locks.

Let me in

let me in,

let me in

let me in.

And let me begin where you end,

let the footsteps fall,

a path to amend,

and you,

friend.

  • Author: Yorke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 15th, 2016 17:50
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