Dead Dressed

One tenth of her. I feel her talking thru my stand-up hairs. Which of you, or does he touch them or is he daft. It's hard boys alone and old, it's really like her it wears her clothes. I might be, I might be. But you're not me and you don't know. I'm back in the mine. Don't be afraid my love for you to die. It stands it's ground as I stand mine. The ex-flesh of the temperature, I'm just as beautiful as your light allows.