Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
Ricky Ian Gordon
The light comes on by itself
And just as independently off
It goes into the strange sounds of breathing
I am waiting for you to love me
The grass grows and
Ants are clambering laboriously over the windowsill
Near the paling clouds
I am waiting for you to love me
Now a death enters and dumps
Suits and dresses out into the
Street where the holes are filled and oil stains spread
I am waiting for you to love me
I have a penchant for sad red bricks
And the sun burning itself out up there
For toll booths and water towers and
I am waiting for you to love me
Now these streets are becoming winding
The house is falling down not being torn
While I am looking for a right-angle street avenue boulevard anything
I am waiting for you to love me
The Light Comes on by Itself was written by Ricky Ian Gordon & Frank O’Hara.
Ricky Ian Gordon released The Light Comes on by Itself on Thu Dec 15 2005.