Adam's at the easel
Painting in the wrinkles and the grey
Waiting for November
Easy with the darkness of the day
Smiles a tear of gladness
And Adam's at the window once again
Burning in the sunlight
Too late to wait
For darkness won't delay
To steal her cherry lips away
For while the careless tongues of sunlight
Slowly trickle down
The curve of hips, her fingertips
In kissing sips we drown
In kissing sips we drown
And Adam will have his wayAdam will have his way
Adam will have his way
Jimmy McCarthy
