With her mouth making movements to introduce thoughtsnI sat deafened by trust on that sofa acrossnQuietly calculating the logistics of lustnOf when unspoken things couldn't happen between usnAnd once all those were done and we got through lovenWe would shoot through the hip, reacting off of the cuffnsplitting up at the fork when the going got rough,nWith a plan for a point to rejoin on the road further upnOur windows thin where the ice carved its flowersnI would hold her, let the wind beat back those hoursnAnd then standing on subway trains, clutching her dress,nDependent on her balance since the walls were uselessnAnd while it's alright to hold tight, please don't try to hold on,n'Cause it's a home run we hit, love, 'cause it's going and gonenBut then the world turned so fast it was astoundingly stillnAnd it must have been that moment made of midnight on the hillnRight when the cataractsed alley cat spat back at the moonnThrowing out into the nighttime nine life times too soonnWe had come such a ways, and knew just what he meantnThere's a picture of the three of us at the gate to the garden of EdennnYou can get home, but you can't get innLocks are like longing; an ever-changing thingnAnd keys are just clouds made of metal and sparknwe knew exactly who we were, and yet couldn't quite say who we still arenI saw it all happening in one grand epic sweepnFrom that first sight that we wouldn't get to sleep for a weeknAnd generations would follow the course that we'd chartednFrom that sofa across, I couldn't wait to get started.