Serafina was a skydiver
And she was always falling.
Jimmy was her instructor
And the next in line.
"The thrill of love," she said,
"Is about how high you can climb."
If the moment's spent
She parachutes out.
A risk,
No doubt.
But on she plays,
Crossing her fingers
This idée fixe
Never comes crashing back to earth.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC
Serafina was a skydiver
And she was always falling.
Jimmy was her instructor
And the next in line.
"The thrill of love," she said,
"Is about how high you can climb."
If the moment's spent
She parachutes out.
A risk,
No doubt.
But on she plays,
Crossing her fingers
This idée fixe
Never comes crashing back to earth.
Inspired by the Interpol song title, "Stella Was a Diver and She Was Always Down."
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