they

[wytchcroft]

When they came for her
at the knocking gate
did you give her away?
or did she fade...
... like a radio wave

                                  you're too stubborn
                                  you're too stubborn for that

oh whisper a pardon
these impossible saints
with their heads on a plate
listen to those ghosts
at the knocking gate

                                  surely you're too stubborn for that
                                  too stubborn
                                  to

                     fade
like a radio wave
give that dial a twist
you must try to resist

                                  too stubborn 
                                  not to
                   
                                  live

you must try to live

winds will come
as is their way
banging at the city gate

      don't give her away

                                  live

      like a radio wave 
 
      oh don't give her away

                                  live.


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that was the last of 3 linked but tangential pieces.

Comments

[neversremedy.livejournal.com]

Wow. Thank you. ^_^

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

it means a lot to me that you liked this particular piece - thanks!:))

*hugs up!*

[neversremedy.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I love your writing, sweetheart.

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

i think this piece shows your influence :))

[eila.livejournal.com]

That may explain why I'm so drawn to it. ^_^

Everytime I read it, it tugs at me a bit.

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

fab! :))

[eila.livejournal.com]

Fab like you. ^_^

*smooch*

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

*blush* :))

[eila.livejournal.com]

Now we're even. We've made one another blush. ;)