I core away my evening
I core away, to try to find a feeling
Revealing evening’s feelings
Coring through the old grey ceiling
Sealing the old but not forgotten feelings
Although without today, they have no meaning
Just before the time for dreaming
I am coring, stealing, and reeling
It’s coring though not screaming
It’s welcoming not scheming
It’s opening and it’s leaving
Leaving you, to encompass you, in my dreaming
