Sliding back and sifting throughnthe litter from a paradenI didn't realize I was tied to younuntil you flipped the bladennWell Time had the laugh-linesneven its earthquakes cannot reachnWhen you drive all night in the palm of the moonnjust to wake up on the beachnnParalyze me with a trembling bodynParalyze me with your Polaroid facenI didn't realize I really wanted you to know menuntil you reached the gatennPurple lips from the graveyard shiftnsaid it takes a train to weepnBut your broken tongue and tombstone teethnaren't yet drunk enough to speaknnWell Time had its fault-lines,neven the laughter can slip throughnWhen the hardest thing to imagine oncenseems like the easiest thing to do