Songwriting sessions

She said that only red wine and Spanish

guitars would make her live the way she wanted

and somedays the only ways you could get that one smile

was by reminding her of the day she laid still for hours

or more on that shore

I'd say dance with me, but baby sail with me

salty water on your lips your hands your face

sun gracing those shoulders, lull with me,

sail with me, watch it float away with me

Time for quiet and time to watch us, stop

know this will end and be joyful it began

Let me get that smile

and 

let me remind you of that day at 

sea,

bay, you and me,

dance with me, baby sail with me now

I'm not afraid to ask for a taste

of the sea.

On your lips (sail) your hands (away) your face (with)

me.

It is hard for a loud, bumbling, moving and talking and rushing creature to be bound and gagged and made to be
above all else
silent.

I'm concerned the sad thing is coming back the
hopelessness and duplicity and the this or that you or them them or me
me or nothing.