david gerardino

LADY fitz harboring beatiful sleep,
lay down your signature so we can sail
this ship into a pantheon of heat,
LADY fitz harboring beatiful sleep,
throw down your love and put on your
soft lights, so we can sail into this
pantheon of heat.
LADY fitz the clock strikes three, soon
the night will fade into red, and this
love will be pressed into a book like
a rose, and your sad, sad dreams.