Stumble through auditoriumnTake it in my handnFound a few friends from nearby concession standnnA fine excuse for entertainmentnMore than I had planned onnMore than I, more than I had plannednnCurtains unravelnThey made circles around your legsnI held onto your namenI held onto your namennCity’s winter, lock me innSolid gold wrapped through my skinnStart words flying through the airnSomething about violins, violinsnGoes like thisnnSomething about violinsnSomething about violinsnTraveling softly through the airnYou sound familiarnWell have we met before?nI found your words lying on the floornSo I picked them up and swallowed them downnI swallowed them downnI’m trying to find something it would be polite for you to helpnnSomething about violinsnSomething about violinsnTraveling softly through the airnYou sound familiarnAnd have we met before?