Sleeping close in sweetness, intimate in doubt. A little piece of rope around to stop us falling out. And through the closed curtains, a copper colored light.
Shake your beads out, one by one. And call me Magdalene. It wont grieve me, I understand. Where it is youre coming from. . Draw a curtain, close your eyes.
Cafe windows, street lamps. Neon lights ablaze that shine all over town. In brilliant conversation, with somebody new. Hes out there showin round. . Please, heart, youre killing me.