Sweet William - Chris Cohen

William don’t you love that struggle

Don’t think music’s real

Let the ethics of sleep

Turn on its own wheel

Let’s get drunk in the fields tonight

Like melons

Now that I’m seen

Pain and skill

Pain and skill

Pain and skill

Pain and skill

Pain and skill

Read like a dream

The body’s language is hard

Like solitaire without cards

Faces unsolved

Still appear

Still appear

Still appear

Still appear

Still appear

The language of the body lingers on

Like music lost in the fog