Eric Fraser

Project 01 : Musician 14
Brooklyn, New York

Let It Slip Away

Hold my hand
When can I see you again?
Hold my hand
You can’t touch the wind, but you can feel it

All that I’m saying, all that I am saying
is when the sun goes down
its dim sun, dim sun, damn son

All that I’m saying, all that I am saying
is when the sun goes down
its dim sun, dim sun, damn son

The poet always takes the divine as wife
but your calling on me to do something with my life?
well my poems are not for sale and you can’t put me on no scale
It’s what I choose to do, It’s what I choose to do, It’s what I’m choosing to do, It’s what I choose to do