With her mouth making movements to introduce thoughts
I sat deafened by trust on that sofa across
Quietly calculating the logistics of lust
Of when unspoken things couldn't happen between us
And once all those were done and we got through love
We would shoot through the hip, reacting off of the cuff
splitting up at the fork when the going got rough,
With a plan for a point to rejoin on the road further up
Our windows thin where the ice carved its flowers
I would hold her, let the wind beat back those hours
And then standing on subway trains, clutching her dress,
Dependent on her balance since the walls were useless
And while it's alright to hold tight, please don't try to hold on,
'Cause it's a home run we hit, love, 'cause it's going and gone
But then the world turned so fast it was astoundingly still
And it must have been that moment made of midnight on the hill
Right when the cataractsed alley cat spat back at the moon
Throwing out into the nighttime nine life times too soon
We had come such a ways, and knew just what he meant
There's a picture of the three of us at the gate to the garden of Eden
You can get home, but you can't get in
Locks are like longing; an ever-changing thing
And keys are just clouds made of metal and spark
we knew exactly who we were, and yet couldn't quite say who we still are
I saw it all happening in one grand epic sweep
From that first sight that we wouldn't get to sleep for a week
And generations would follow the course that we'd charted
From that sofa across, I couldn't wait to get started.