Apr 04, 2005 10:21
here on these cliffs of dover
so high you cant see over
and while your head is spinning
hold tight, it's just beginning
and oh! my love! my love!
we both go down together!
meet me on the vast veranda
my sweet untouched miranda
and while the seagulls are crying
we fall but our souls are flying
and at the gate of the embassy
our hands met through the bars
as your whisper stilled my heart
"no, they'll never catch me now"
and i am a writer, a writer of fictions
i am the heart you call home
and i've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones
and if you dont love me let me go
on the columnades of the waterfront park
as four in the morning came on cold and boring
we huddled close in the bus stop enclosure, enfolding
our hands tightly holding
so take up your makeup and pocket your pills away
we're kings among runaways
there are angels in your angles
there's a low moon caught in your tangles