Wild

Maybe just
Enjoy the dusk
The silent calm
Of climbing frost
The dim lit skies
Don't say much
And sweet be my
Clementine
These birds won't sing
With wings so tired
Gates fly wide
It's louder now
Hush, an I louder now?
You're louder now
While our bee sting cries wind up
The walls are coming down
Some California weather would do
This pass is slow
It makes me wild
I feel like a beggar with you
You ought to know
Not "kidding" you
Is killing me
I'm not kidding you
It's killing me
Killing you, killing me