sweet, if you care keep us apart—
looking out the windows and blowing darts
passerby stay still as a lantern, watching over the mystic rents
bending over the whole driveway, backyard gasses fill the lane
I trusted a rat's stall, I give you my all,
I worked my way into romance
unrested and beauty, becoming moody
never the less we have our chance
taking dramatics and overreacted
over theatrics in drama class
meaning so well, the lights of the dell
between the armpits of something new
the melody fades me, life escapes me,
this song is sung under this moon  
only this moon and in this room,
these walls are who will hear me now:
the silent bombastics and medieval elastics,
all who came to feel me shout:
who came to see me out, who came by rolling clouds . . .