Recognition from Gunsmoke by MrHobNail

RECOGNITION


"THE WHITE RAVENS RIDE THE THERMALS ABOVE THE BURNING BUSH
ALL AT ONE THEY FEEL THE HEAT, TURNING BRONZE TO MATCH THE SKY:~
HOW THEY APPEAR IN MY MIND'S EYE"

DON'T LOOK DOWN THERE IT'S A NIGHTMARE
SILK IS TORN AND RAVENS FLY PAST CASTLE KEEPS
THIS LEDGE IS SMALL IT'S HARD ENOUGH TO KEEP ONE'S FEET
GREET WITH A KISS OR SHAKE HANDS WHEN WE MEET

RECOGNITION
BY SIGHT, BY SMELL, BY SOUND
YOUR'S, THE LIGHTEST TREAD TO FALL UPON THE GROUND

I CAN SENSE YOU IN MY HEAD, SEE YOU HANGING BY A THREAD
SO DESOLATE AFTER BEING SO MISLED
I SEND A THOUGHT TO SOOTHE THE BATTLE SCARS
THE WOUNDS FROM WHICH YOU BLED WITH LITTLE SAID

RECOGNITION
BY SIGHT, BY SMELL, BY SOUND
ARE YOU SURE YOU'VE GOT ENOUGH LOVE TO GO AROUND?
~ OH YES YOU'VE ENOUGH LOVE BABE TO GO AROUND

CAN I TOUCH YOU, MAKE YOU QUIVER,
WARM YOUR HEART SO THAT YOU'LL NEVER EVER SHIVER
CAN I TOUCH YOU
CAN I TOUCH
CAN I...
"WELL OF COURSE YOU CAN MY LOVE"

"RECOGNITION"

• Alternative
• earworms
• smoking
• swampfolk
• United Kingdom