Moving Work Of Art
Time is jammed and flying fast
Brakes are bad the pot holes rough
I’m out here running from the past
What we had was not enough
Heard she’s just touched down in Hollywood
And her friends all say she’s looking good
I saw it coming from the start
She’s a moving work of art
The night is thick the moon rings red
The stars are out of place
My mind is liquid in my head
Beneath the waves I see her face
Bet she pulls herself some tall coin down
Turning heads out there in Tinsel Town
She’s so cool it breaks your heart
She’s a moving work of art
Who we were and what we had
Keeps me guessing to this day
It’s enough to drive me mad
She’s a million miles away
I know she’s out there thinking on her feet
Making passes thrown fall incomplete
She’s as smooth as she is smart
She’s a moving work of art
It’s how she sets herself apart
She’s a moving work of art
by: José Duarte
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