I had a talk with my woman late last night. And she reassured me everything was alright. And time hung still like a falling rain. Now I know at last that my love is safe.
The ghost comes to visit. With my keys in his pocket. Kisses on my mouth. With his eyes hanging out of his sockets. . Memories crumbling. Under steel resistance.
There's no easy answer. None to blame or forgive. Two cripples dancing. To the end we live. I'm not with you, not of you. Not with you, not of you. . You are soft and young to me.