Inevitable

I'm your afternoon boy
And she's your evening girl
'Round the corner is your morning
lover
Roll them dice, give us a whirl

She's your afternoon girl
And I'm your mid-stream needle
Broken glass, screaming for your
feet
I'm your new voice, laughing weasel.

I'm a corner, sharp to a point
She's your finger pointing
You're your eyes, rolling 'til they fall
He's the one to stop them falling.