Love falls apart in a room poorly furnished
Lies kiss our cheeks and pour wine in our glasses
Eyes on the sky see the future in splashes
She sits in the mist as the jester mulls over
the words on his lips and the weight on her shoulders
Avoiding her glance he pretends he feels nothing
and lights up a Marlboro to breathe
Everything burned while the drunkards were singing
Love rusts away as the washing is spinning
Lies feed us cherries and clean up the dishes
Handfuls of dirt scratch a head full of wishes
She rolls in the grass with a tongue full of venom
as students seduce with the lyrics of Lennon
The vodkas are poured into orange and lemon
and everyone's pissed by a quarter to seven
Everything burns with enough fuel to feed it
Love won't let go till you no longer need it
Lies become truths on the tongues of our lovers
Bodies betray under soft smoky covers
She rests under stars as the music cascades
blowing in from the west on a rainbow of waves
He gropes for a match and stares back into space
so amazed by the beauty he sees
Everything turns in the flash of a rocket
Love slips its name in your old jacket pocket
Lies are exposed by the grimace of torment
Sparks burn the eyes in the heat of the moment.
Copyright ©2007 Lee Cassanell
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