eliotE & the Ritournelles - Floppy Fringe

"I saw you in a bookstore.
I liked your floppy fringe."
I scribble in a notebook,
grab my thoughts from the wind.
Some day I might make sense of them.
Some day I might make sense of them.

You mentioned that my stories
hint instead of tell.
I showed you a photograph,
a tumbledown hotel.
You read me "The Red Wheelbarrow".
You read me "The Red Wheelbarrow".

The radiator gurgles.
There's music in the pipes.
I wish that it was all that
kept me up for half the night.
Sometimes I'd rather read than write.
Sometimes I'd rather read than write.

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