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Glimjack Muttering - Glenn Richards

Maybe I divine you passage

From the darkness to your dreaming home

And when you cross my poem with a little bit of coin

And give a little dog a little bone

Oh but could you hardly blame me

For leading you astray a little while

When you never stop asking for service with a smile

If my cup's a little empty

Why aren't you filling it up

Why aren't you filling it up

If my cup's a little empty

Why aren't you filling it up

Now sleep is a slow undertaker

It bides in a bed with time

If the body in the middle is a well spring

How tense is the coil in the mind

And the anvil bade anvil

A pillow for my hammering head

Slippery and slick where the bulls are bled

If the dream is half empty

Why aren't you filling it up

Why aren't you filling it up

If the dream is half empty

Why aren't you filling it up

I am the little flame on top of the candle

I am the little light I let you see

And by leading you through these streets I might

Might even depend on you

So where now are the smiling faces

Have now the shimmering coat

And well it looks a little empty

Why aren't you filling it up

Why aren't you filling it up

And well it looks a little empty

Why aren't you filling it up

Why aren't you filling it up

If the dream is half empty

Why aren't you filling it up