Charles Bukowski - It’s ours lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - It’s ours lyrics]
There is always that space there
Just before they get to us that space
That fine relaxer the breather
While say flopping on a bed
Thinking of nothing or say
Pouring a glass of water from the spigot
While entranced by nothing
That gentle pure
Space
It's worth
Centuries of existence
Say
Just to scratch your neck
While looking out the window at
A bare branch
That space there
Before they get to us
Ensures that
When they do they won't get it all
Ever
Just before they get to us that space
That fine relaxer the breather
While say flopping on a bed
Thinking of nothing or say
Pouring a glass of water from the spigot
While entranced by nothing
That gentle pure
Space
It's worth
Centuries of existence
Say
Just to scratch your neck
While looking out the window at
A bare branch
That space there
Before they get to us
Ensures that
When they do they won't get it all
Ever