She stood in the hallway
With a ghost of a smile
Buried deep in the alleys of Norway
Hoping she would stay awhile
He slid back against the wall
Shoulders arched, head down
The darkness hid his frown
He promised me forever
Far beyond the afterlife
He wishes to make me his wife
She's got morbid, crystal eyes
Where all my sanity dies
Like a flash flood and a thunderstorm
All taking place at once
Like a scientific conveyance
He had hands only a poet could love
Only a writer could make sense of
Softly curved around the edges
Lumpy and dented in all the wrong places
It was a love story between an evolutionist and a man who tasted of creation
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
She stood in the hallway
With a ghost of a smile
Buried deep in the alleys of Norway
Hoping she would stay awhile
He slid back against the wall
Shoulders arched, head down
The darkness hid his frown
He promised me forever
Far beyond the afterlife
He wishes to make me his wife
She's got morbid, crystal eyes
Where all my sanity dies
Like a flash flood and a thunderstorm
All taking place at once
Like a scientific conveyance
He had hands only a poet could love
Only a writer could make sense of
Softly curved around the edges
Lumpy and dented in all the wrong places
It was a love story between an evolutionist and a man who tasted of creation
