Well I know 

I ain't spoken of love in 

a coon's age.

But i can't help it now.

Just helping myself to 

whatever i can.


I chose 

the softest 

kind of dove 

to chase around, 

to place bound and stout 

in a pose 

of arrogance, and loneliness, 

of cleanliness.


Silence all the clocks tonight.

It's show time, with drinks to spill.

Hear my mouth, I've got the sounds 

to send you back home with peace of mind.


Well I pace myself 

when marching 

because I tangle up 

my legs if I don't 

slow down, 

and look at my woman; 

remember that everything is round, 

complete, or completing.


Silence all the clocks tonight.

It's show time, with drinks to spill.

Hear my mouth, I've got the sounds 

to send you back home with peace of mind