“Lipstick Sunset” Image by kenneLipstick Sunset
There’s a lipstick sunset
Smeared across the august sky
There’s a bitter-sweet perfume
Hanging in the fields
The creek is running high
And I left my lover waiting
In the dawn somewhere to wonder why
By the end of the day
All her sweet dreams would fade
To a lipstick sunset
Well, a radio was playing
And that ol’ summer heat was on the rise
I just had to get away
Before some sad old song
Brought tears to my eyes
And lord I couldn’t tell her
That her love was only killing me
By the end of the day
All her sweet dreams would fade
To a lipstick sunset
Well it’s pretty as a picture baby
Red and blushing just before the night
Maybe love’s like that for me
Maybe I can only see
As you take away the light
So hold me in the darkness
We can dream about the cool twilight
‘Til the end of the day
I can make my getaway
To a lipstick sunset
Til the end of the day
I can make my getaway
To a lipstick sunset
There will come another day
Then I’ll make my getaway
To a lipstick sunset
— John Hiatt
Rain at Nightfall — Image by kenne
Raining at nightfall
is a red lipstick sunset
followed by storms.
— kenne
Pontiac Firebird (The first year model was 1967) — Images by kenne
Parking outside the dives
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