L's Song

I love your nervous fingers
Won't you fumble all night long
But the morning they are stingers
To rise and stumble onAnd down the crooked pavement
The wind rolls my thoughts like a leaf
The brill bell chimes
And fortune smiles, with its broken teethAnd the many rivers run
Grateful for the rain
I'd be grateful for one morsel
Of your loving againSummer, restless summer
Won't let sleeping dogs lay
Your bobbed voice
You awaken as time gone by[Foreign content]
Thunder's muttered promiseImpatient girl on the scented wind
Your gray eyes starve in the rain
Nearly upon herAnd the many rivers run
Grateful for the rain
I'd be grateful for one morsel
Of your loving againAnd the many rivers run
Grateful for the rain
I'd be grateful for one morsel
I'd be grateful for one morsel
I'd be grateful for one morsel
Of your loving againYeah