Want Some

I want some
Some of what the poets have written of
I want words
from the lips of life like drops of wine on your tongue
Honey, from the beekeeper who in time gets stung
She's so sweet
I want some
of what made the colors all change hue
in my room
Do we lead such complicated lives
Yes, we do
I know we don't have to
there are way to many smoke screens in scenes
I want some, oh yeah
I want some
some of what the singers are singing of
I want love
kind of love you hear about in an oldest tune
seems like trying to find some sign of life
on the moon
I still try
I want some, oh yeah