Slick streets
and your slicked back hair
in the merry mid Monday moon

The blacktop breathes
as the grass overwhelms it
While we sing our sad solemn tune

yeah we're alone alright,
But we're always amazing
we're never changing

sorry
stand still
Tilt your head, this way
You're quite the thrill

try not waiting
you're only wasting
every waking moment we have

well who is there
when you're alone
with me

Electric veins
and your static touch
synthetic sutures take time
open up

While floor boards scream
of secrets they can't keep
I thought I could at least
trust them

but the rain beats down
on this roof of tin now
harder than it ever has

and my tongue sticks
to the roof of my mouth
as I wave farewell

To the flowers of March
To the jade grass of June
To the amber of October
most of all to you
Please come back soon