Consider benediction pruned Then picture yourself ruined Before the fall, after the rise This tingling, shaping, curving spine Tries to hide, tries to be Everything's reminding me Of love and dreams, so I regress Six thousand times more than the rest Untouched... and partially unbroken So hard and so unspoken And mentally irresistible She'd only improve with time (why try?) for a two half-cent warm token They're the bottom of the bowl, fish And you'd probably second guess this But I'm loosing it this time Sewing needle's rusted out Just try to move your thumbs and mouth Feel the water, warm and clear Just watch the bubbles floating near These are things I can do without Impartial truth or lack of doubt She starts to tear, she starts to cry One single boston summer night