Shoulder
Rest your head on my shoulder I knew what clothes to wear The nights are getting colder Who’d I be not to prepare For the perfect thing to offer To the one in great despair A place for things taken off her Things no one can repair The day is done Ease your mind a-shambles Let go of the craze Till all memory scrambles Rest your head on my shoulder The play’s over, the curtains fall And we’re all just a little bit older But still lost in this empty hall I have no wise words to say See...