The Collector

Testo:

© Davnel99
The Collector

Give me your thoughts, give me your dreams,
tell me your hopes, explain all your schemes,
like a black hole, I let nothing get past,
not even light, not one photon blast,

I'll drink in your smiles, your lost bridge of sighs,
feed me your knowledge, don't fill me with lies,
I'm not a guru, no don't be confused,
what cells had been working, now seem diffused,

that's why I'm searching, and soaking it up,
trying so hard, to refill my cup,
I reach in my pockets, find nothing but lint,
my lighter don't work, it's lacking a flint,

so if you pass by, and I reach out to touch,
be very careful, don't tell me too much,
I'll give you directions, just like a director,
but really I'm nothing more, than a collector

Gomer LePoet ... aka David Nelson