she lives within like a
faraway dream,
a wild and raging river
running dangerously out
of control,
a dark, passionate gypsy,
who can never be tamed,
flying like the wind,
disappearing with the evening
sun;
she is everything,
she is nothing,
she is here,
she is gone;
it’s just a shot away,
it’s just a shot away;
you fight with every ounce
of strength you possess,
you run as fast and as far
as you possibly can,
you hold out for as long
as time allows,
you sell yourself to the
highest bidder,
pretending it doesn’t matter,
telling yourself it is
just another one,
that it will pass like all the rest,
but it is not enough,
you find yourself
wanting more,
she has you for the taking;
it’s
just a kiss away,
it’s just a kiss away;
©
and you wonder what shelter
exists for this,
what refuge is left,
what cure;
it’s
just a shot away,
it’s just a shot away.
©
© ‘gimme shelter’, ‘it’s just a
shot away’ ‘it’s just a kiss away’ – Rolling Stones (Keith Richards/Mick
Jagger)
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