Witch Trap

Too high are musicians
So inspired, so deserted.
I perspire on thoughts
I'm tired of repeating.
I desire a catwalk
To hire a musician.
Too high are musicians
I perspire when you talk.

But you have not engaged and I have looked away.

The drone of my
Taurian existance.
While the moon moves away
"No rest for the wicked", though I can't seem to get up.
I have thought on this subject
Oh so dear, oh so dear
I have thought on this subject oh so dear
For my heart has wronged all my thoughts in song.

For my heart has wronged all my thoughts in song,
Why'd I write this tune? Tell me nothing's wrong.

Why'd I write this tune? Tell me nothing's wrong,
For my heart has wronged all my thoughts in song.

I have spoke too long.
No love invoked.

What you heard and what I said
only breathe inside heads.
Now my thoughts just walked out.
I have spoke to long,    for my heart has wronged,     all my thoughts in song.