when bruises turn to cuts
and cuts turn to wounds
and wounds turn into lovers leaving too soon
when ill doings turn to trouble
and trouble turns to joy
the cringing smile on an officer who's punishment deploys
when you i see a star
and in your eyes i see the moon
but i look down at my chest to see a knifing harpoon
and when lovers turn to dust and
dust sprays along the moon
it will always be your station
to that frequency i will tune
love
