When we laugh indoors
the blissful tones bounce off the walls,
and fall to the ground.
Reel the hardwood back to let them lose
from decades trapped and listen so still
This city is my home construction noise
all day long and gutter punks bumming change,
So I breed thicker skin
and let my lustrous coat fill in
and I'll never admit that...
I loved you Guinevere
I've always fallen fast
with too much trust in the promising that
No one's ever been here,
so you can quell those wet fears,
I want purity, I must have it here right now,
but don't you get me started now
December's chill comes late
Our days get darker and we wait
for this direness to pa**
There are piles on the floor of artifacts
From dresser drawers that I'll help you pack.