Lipstick from Pigeon by Samson Wrote

And I’m older, I’m older, I’m older
Than I’ve ever been before
And I’m colder, I’m colder, I’m colder
Than the frost upon your front door

And we’re shoulder to shoulder to shoulder
To shoulder to shoulder to shoulder to shoulder
Oh, I should have told her, I told her,
I told her nothing

How do lips stick, how does lipstick stick to your lips?
How do lips stick, how does lipstick stick to your lips?

As lights stream ahead, green screen dreams of your bed
Make me sleepy
The moon was out bright, but now it’s out like a light
And I’m weepy
You kiss me goodbye, you kiss me on the eye,
And I’m temporarily blinded
Your body lies directly under your eyes
As I’m constantly reminded

And I’m naked under my dreams
And you tear them off me like bed sheets
When you’re sleepless ‘til morning
And you say: “I didn’t call to fight!”

So I took all my bones, and made myself a fort in the forest
And there all the trees welcomed me with a river of stones
My feet were so worn that I took them off as I went swimming
And I,
Swear that I’m growing for better
I swear that I’m growing for better…

And I told her, I told her, I told her,
That I’d never be much more
That I’m older, I’m older, I’m older,
But my hinges are still sore
And she laughed it off,
And the skin was soft,
And I sank and thought:

“You might be the greatest in everyone”.

• Experimental
• Folk
• alt-folk
• folk rock
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Bear River