Somebody wrote the wrong time
on my lifeline
And they did it in invisible ink
And they did it in eminent calligraphy
Somebody stole all the winter clothes
from our wardrobe
And they tore them as an enemy will
And they wore them in an evident
threat to our stillness
Somebody spoke a personal curse
On our good word
And they said it with a poisonous pride
And they said it with the imminent weather behind them
A threat to our stillness
Calligraphy