cheap drapes frame the windowsnno one speaks his mindnbuckling asphalt up aheadnsmoking wreck behindnstock footage of a ballroomnnearly flooded with champagnenwe’re lost in the desertnand it’s never going to rainnnevery time in this housensomeone opens up his mouthnall his hopes and dreams beginntheir dizzy journey southnwhen the pipes began to freezenwe turned on all the tapsntearing a good thing to piecesnbickering over the scrapsnnfried clams from the dinerndiesel on the windngorge ourselves on caviarnwhen the boat comes innwait for someone neutralnto reckon up the scorengrease on the walls of the kitchenndried blood on the living room floornnyou there in your nightgownnhead all full of dreamsnall the things we saw togethernsplitting at the seamsntry to cauterize the woundnjust get nowhere fastnholding each other for dear lifenshielding ourselves from the blast