I need you, I need you

I need you, I need you

Pretty lies, pretty faces and pretty songs.
Wounded people accepting less, wanting more.

Where do we go when the blackness of the night is sweet.
Deep beers and long slow dances with strangers in dark taverns
become acceptable ending for the dreamer.

Once, love was life and life was love.
The sweet hello were the blessing near, tender voices whispered promise and kind words were honored words.
I sing to the whiskey and the beer.
Please call my name my sweet, my honey.
Please bring me near and I remembered.
Our once interlaced bodies had allowed the great sea to steal my sweet dreams ands wishes.

I sing to a lady blue on the lonely dance floor at the tavern. Her eyes looking into my eyes and she asked. Make me some sweet promises. I need kind words and soft kisses, even some lies…