A Little Bit Deeper Than Usual


This time you put the knife in a little bit deeper than usual,
You twisted the blade a time or two, too much,
This time my thoughts run a little bit deeper than usual,
I ve lost my sensitivity to your touch.

This time the wishing well seems a little bit deeper than usual,
The old oaken bucket comes up, without a dream inside,
This time the river of tears runs a little bit deeper than usual,
And I don t think I m going to make it to the other side.

This time my memories run a little bit deeper than usual,
I think about al the crazy stuff we did,
We ran hand in hand right through the green meadow,
Picking wildflowers like a couple of lovesick kids.

This time the talk ran a little bit deeper than usual,
A couple of lawyers going to send us both a bill,
And the children s nightmares run a little bit deeper than usual,
And that old flame. I wonder, does she love me still?
Does she love me still?
6-8-91

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