We danced in the road and didn't see the truck coming.
In A&E they found the pot of pills in your pocket,
al mother of pearl andl lovely.
They want to know how we found a Christmas tree at half past three on a Saturday morning in March.
I want to know why it didn't burn green.
When we lost the lines singling and coupling across town.
When we stopped waltzing.
If the birds broke up.
If you watched me tightrope the curb like Caretta
when your cranium crunched.