you take the first blows
well i lie low
hell i do it best
if God this is ‘blessed’ i don’t want it
its all reaction and consequence
you and i
are new romantics and old ties
with one wish of two i would cure you
and spend the last
on an afternoon with you out of the rain
out of the same old things that keep you in such pain.
i need you ‘safe’
need you ‘okay’
you’re that moment but i am just an hour late.
this ain’t home no anymore so click your your heels love, and wish on the sorrow.