Dove in a tree above David and me. ?Just Point and squeeze,? I am whispering. Watch her spin towards the ground. Crimson! But I?ve only hit her wing
It?s off to work for you my love with a kiss good good-bye. I?ve packed you lunch. Watch you drive down the street. Making sure you really leave. Then
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s a favor to you that if this trigger doesn?t stick you are through. You could not kill your own brother in front of his weeping lover, and you know it?s
replied and tried and failed as usual. Silence was never awkward with you until we started to talk. Red roses and diamond rings could never take my savior?s
they knew your name. And what?s more they said you?d done some awful things. Like you said Tom, I did not say a thing. I hate to lie. It?s true. Today
shifts your old station wagon?s frame with every gust. Its creaks and moans join in refrain with the storm outside your car. Why are you here? Why
the first place. Then between us, there you are with that crooked smile, weathered scar. Orthotricyclin. Never trust it again. It and she forgot me. And on the very night we
I tried to stay awake waiting for your call, but when it finally came I?d already gone to sleep. Answering machine had already picked up. It was set
the man of your mother?s dreams. In the summer of ?87 your brother went to heaven. He drowned down in the quarry. At least that was your parent?s story