We reduce our words to mere talking
Happiness is an entangled heart and mind
Mellow are the landmines
That blow up all our skies
We are drying our flypaper
In your sunlight
The heat and rhythm
Make you blind
So sell me
Your skyscrapers
And movie theaters
Tonight
These signals are dry
And so are your hands
Chapped lips
Don't make many men grin
But your lipstick is invisible
Like painted nails and murals
On the floor of my bedroom
We fold the laundry
And dry our towels in the Sun