No, a heart isn’t locked when the sleeve is on display
And the moon still shines when the wolves are at bay
And you never wondered once why my smile might fade
As your words turned to swords with my neck to the blade
Yes, the stars, they still twinkle above the blinding city lights
And your dashes to dances always become flashes to fights
And I’m still picking daisies in the heart of the park
As you shiver from summer, your eyes in the dark
Maybe, the nails in the coffin were ashes on dust
And the coffin itself was just air against rust
And there was naught to bury for there was never an us
As we wonder as atheists in whom we should trust
No, a dream isn’t free if you wish it to be
And hope is not a valid form of American currency
And we both wasted wonders on kisses and clashes
As moments expired and locks changed in latches
It was you, sweet thing, that caught my eye
In the blink of a wink my throat went dry
Before I knew how or why
We were too enthralled to laugh or cry
And then it was I who smiled at you
You said I made the winter new
Eyes of green and cheeks a rosy hue
All was well because one became two
And then the day became dusk and bottoms up
A cheers for heaven, hell and lust