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Lewis Del Mar

Rosalie (CH. II)

 

Rosalie (CH. II)

(album: AUGUST - 2020)


I was dancing alive
Dialating the eye
On the fourth of July
Rosalie
You were grieving a life
In the room above mine
The police were outside

And I saw you wailing
Ooh I saw you wailing
In the street
(That boy, that boy)
Ooh I saw you wailing
Ooh I saw you wailing
Like that was me
(That boy, that boy)

You are my mother
My father
My brother
You are my mother
My father
My brother
Ooh Rosalie
I need to reach
A life outside my mind

The cycle of life
Is a loop my friend
I saw it on 98th at the housing
Across from Jake's place
She was holding him
And he was watching her
Watch him, hold him

You were praying in light
Blue white in the night
Red mahogany
Rosary
I believe only sight
And I see
That's Gabriel beneath
The white sheet
Like the holy ghost

And I know we're sailing
I know we're sailing
Some place far from here
Ooh I know we're sailing
When we bailing
Water weight to keep
The conscience clear

You are my mother
My father
My brother
You are my mother
My father
My brother
Ooh Rosalie
I need to reach
A life outside my mind

You are my mother
My father
My brother
You are my mother
My father
My brother
Ooh Rosalie
I need to reach
A life outside my mind

Last light above the water
When everybody looks the same
You were holding on my body
And my mother nearly gave me his name
Like a Trombley, or a Twombly
A tomb for him gone heaven way
Rosalie, what do I tell you
Seems this hell the only place

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