The Brow

Fragile, is the brow

That bosses you around

That follows you around

I know how she steals

To turn out all her reels

There was one that made you feel

And I can see

That in a way

My love will only last for today

It's then left flailing in the dark

So I wrote on

Some parchment meant for two

Someway Sunday knew

You try with both eyes

To pour away the doubt

That clutches at your mouth

And I can see

That in a way

My love will only last for today

It's then left flailing in the dark