may

May gets off on kissing friends And doing petty crimes, no Dancing in her morning dress Hope the feelings rhyme when she gets to Writing her next few Lullabies Lullabies People say she's running short Of ways to make them cry, no Pulling through their daily Sucking tired poets dry Of their feeling May keeps on dreaming In the night And some may think she's right, yeah Maybe she's onto something There's passion in her eyes, eyes And someone's on her side She believes that words Can turn around a person's life Life, life And maybe she was right Oh oh oh We're alive with closed eyes Oh oh oh Maybe she was right All this time May said it's not funny But the laughing never stopped, no Digging holes in wilderness In hopes that she could Grow something living Tend to it's needs then Let it be Let it be, yeah Maybe she's onto something There's angels in her mind, mind She's got them by her side She's believes that words can Turn around a person's life Life, life And maybe she was right Oh oh oh oh We're alive with closed eyes Oh oh oh Maybe she was right All this time And the verses get her high Oh she don't care for magazines And sales in short supply And she tells them all the time You could make it work If you just paint a pretty life And maybe she was right Oh oh oh oh We're alive with closed eyes And oh oh oh Maybe she was right All this time May's got seven records now She loves them a child, oh Painting scenes like photographs And lyrics that can creep in the cracks Instead of attack They sing 'em back To her delight Yeah, she was right --- may - Aaron Hackett