This Green City

Glove

Someone's evil laugh shoots down my back


Shapeless and aging we start to run


Through the tangle of your broken words


This cheap impulse falls so dry


In the maze I burn down turn


You turn my skin around


Wishing my eyes could look down down on me...





Stairs fall like jewels


As we near the door


You fold through my neck


Arms like crystal


So black with charm breath


We turn to face the dying sun...





This green city rains down on me


This green city rains down