Lyrics

You have torn your ballet shoe in the sailor-packed room The new taste of your mouth is silt-wind and dew You wake up screaming I am so shocked that I am beside you Crazed constellation, I pretend not to see Your heel lifts your body, you are a balancing peach That is the moment in my life that I will take in my hands as I fall Into the sea That red tear that fell in that room I was just a virgin, you were approaching something like that too And life became strange and beauty Life became strange and beauty Your cognac that sang in the night Molecules with their hats tipped at life Remove your concentric earring, there's a flood in your head The bullshit I had been turning for years And you laying there instead Nun-like and nervous asking if you could go out and drink instead Out of that window as you put on the shoes to your feet I realised I was at least beneath the Lebanon tree Making wine from the roses Carving out deals with the roses As your grey eyes turned to blue What was a city boy to do? I should've written all this down I forget it all now Dappled by yellow-wood tree Change your plane and don't go home We head to the leather-skin boy bars Where we would talk and you would glow You would say you were so happy I would act so nonchalant And try to make like I was snow Looking out that window Stan says it's Bangkok heat The car service driver took your bags and as I watched you leave I thought about the moon craters and they were flaming I fell down to the floor feigning poisoning My chest filled with white pigment and June The wild seals I had glimpsed that swam inside of you I should've written all this down I forget it all now I should've written all this down There's no use now Distracted by planets shaking- going crazy Thinking how little we all are- isn't that what you told me? Not your grey eyes that the sun makes blue I was snowed under though, busy guy, I had a lot of work to do I should've written all this down Let's just forget it all now I should've written all this down There's no time now Those ninth-floor bricks would collapse the building every evening We would be falling to the street, me screaming, you still sleeping Your shoe in my teeth, headlines shouting "Beautiful girl makes terrible mistake" I should've written all this down I forget it all now Smudged as you wake The oar on the lake The silt in the wind And you