"Thelma" lyrics

"Thelma"

If a feeling's born and no one complains
Well that's good luck
Running through young veins
And if life is a blessing
That brushes the tops of the trees
Well it's a short walk
In a sweet breeze

I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you
All for the taste of your sweet love Thelma

If a heart is an open memory book
That was the chance I took
The more I searched, the more shook with Thelma

Last night I slept on a rented pillow
A silver moon above my head
A thirsty dreamless sleep released me
And I reached for the phone
By the side of the bed

Now the first time that I saw you I thought
"she's beautiful, but she's too young to be caught"
People aware of my history
Trying to steer you away from me
I left a message at your hotel
Don't let management poison the well

I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you
All for the taste of your sweet love Thelma

The phone is ringing and I realize
We are timezones and oceans apart
The words I speak in the middle of my night
They fall on your yesterday scars
If the sun don't shine, the wind don't break
The clock don't jump off the wall
Thelma, my darling, I will cushion your fall

I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you
Without the taste of your sweet love Thelma
I am only a man who has skirted the edge of despair
For a long time now, and I don't care

I watch you sleeping a the hospital bed
The baby curled up in a ball
Winter sunlight hits the family tree
And everything else becomes nothing at all


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