Come Hither (Eastwoodstock Live) Lyrics

Come hither she looked

Then the hurt was gone

When you're not all there

You're still from the south of somewhere

There's so much time lost

And so little left

This ability, prone

To hearts made of stone

You fathered your sister

And then you missed her, mister

While the roads are sleepy

And the senses honed

Devoid of feeling

A wayward hail of tone

When the world is empty

And the lanterns fail

From waves of sin

That's how the light gets in

Even Nero played his violin

While Rome was burning from within