Polf - 2486 Tabor Lyrics

Come on in, take a seat
I ain't worried 'bout your shoes, this red stained carpet, or the clay under your feet
'Cause the linen's old and the liner's shot
Creepin round the folds like ghosts around the clock

You keep me tired love
Oh you're cruel, cruel comfort or the longing of desire
I feel a fist form with a fist full
Of wine

Standing on the corner
Short sleeves in short order
Still I want it
Bring the rain fall
No cover or shelter
No harbor safe me
I just need it all
Bring the rain fall

We're out past culver
Counterfeit downtown urban laid out but never planned
So lay it back and just relax
Your patient anxious work up like a feel I can't stand

But yet so resolute,
So immute, or just immune from the exposure to the tune
I wish I knew back when I missed you
Back when I didn't have a clue

Standing on the corner
Short sleeves in short order
Still I want it
Bring the rain fall
No cover or shelter
No harbor safe me
I just need it all
Bring the rain fall