it's clear to me now

i understand

a jump of cards

in an idle man's hand

ohhh... you're sleeping

this is the story

of your leaving



i can win you with reason

i can make you agree

the way that i love you

it only makes sense

that you love me

but down through the sad facts

i'm sifting

you did not think this

without help from me



i've called a taxi

it's coming a dawn

i said send the best one

it's a long, long lonely ride

to find the perfect lover

for your lover

and the morning light is breaking



***i thought i heard

someone screaming outside

but it was just a bus

pulling away***



love is a strange thing

it depends what one gives

and sometimes to give means

give someone away

ohhhh... you're sleeping

the same sad pillow

said you're leaving



i move with your breathing

i breathe with your beauty

your sweet heaviness

yourdeepvoiceyoursoftneckipressmyface

...did you call me?...

it's only the trees outside flailing

it's only the sirens that are wailing



hurry up driver

you're going too slow

can't you go faster

it's a long, long, lonely ride

to find the perfect lover

for your lover

and the morning light's just breaking



and then you realize you are alone

and your skin against the cold

metal of awareness you fall into

a deeper dreamless slumber and

a stranger enters the room and

is struck by the transparency of

your cheeks and then your arms

and hands and wonders at the

waxen figure and walks out again

the stranger walks out into the

street watching cars pass and

people cross and scenery change

he sees a palm frond thinks how

ugly --- is surprised by the violence

of the thought looks again at it

feels nothing and walks on



a deep and dreamless slumber

where only the slow pulse

in the waxen temples keeps vigil