Let’s not talk about the moth and flame tonightno strategies of an endless game tonight
many dark wings beat beyond the windowbut the lamps don’t burn quite the same tonight
the drums pick up the prelude but all is stillneither anklets nor ankles to blame tonight
these feet have known what it is to crush the grassbut this heart was grass before you came tonight
there should be more to life than the rules of versemore to metaphors than what they frame tonight
if you have loved me then you will let things beand if you haven’t then what’s your claim tonight?
there are many verses that need writing outbut it sure aches to sign this name tonight