Murder Mile from Beachcomber by Faith Taylor

there it is
another dark morning on this murder mile.
i drew a letter from my breath like a child
always bringing that heat but still so cold
no no not like the spring when you expect the warm
like the building of a mighty storm
yes a welling in your chest more an ache than a pain
i had five minutes then you're gone again.

and if i soak up the sun here for a day
from bodega to bodega
all the secret little ways
and in the riis beach heat babe i ain't never been so cold
yeah and it's all my fault.
i gave away far too much for a little bit of something
and from the first touch
i saw the frost melt into dew
the dew dissolve into the rain
so don't fire it up honey, i'm already gone again.

love, if you're so lost,
how can you give a little love,
if you're so lost,
can you tell me
it's your loss
it's your loss

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