I'm pretty sure we almost broke up last night. I threw my phone across the room at you. I was expecting some dramatic turn-away. But you stayed. . This morning I said we should talk about it.
I'm walking fast through the traffic lights. Busy streets and busy live. And all we know is touch and go. We are alone with our changing minds. We fall in love till it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time.
I said, "Oh my, what a marvelous tune". It was the best night, never would forget how we moved. The whole place was dressed to the nines. And we were dancing, dancing.
Long handwritten note, deep in your pocket. Words, how little they mean when you're a little too late. I stood right by the tracks, your face in a locket.