Monday, 17 January 2011
All right.
you may have lied to me and about you, and made a few pronouncements a bit too sweeping, perhaps, and possibly forgotten to tag the bases here or there,
O.K.,
Nevertheless, come back.
....
Because tonight you are in my hair and eyes,
And every street light that our taxi passes shows me
you again, still you,
And because tonight all other nights are black, all
other hours are cold and far away, and now, this
minute, the stars are very near and bright
Come back. We will have a celebration to end all
celebrations. We will invite the undertaker who lives beneath us,
you may have lied to me and about you, and made a few pronouncements a bit too sweeping, perhaps, and possibly forgotten to tag the bases here or there,
O.K.,
Nevertheless, come back.
....
Because tonight you are in my hair and eyes,
And every street light that our taxi passes shows me
you again, still you,
And because tonight all other nights are black, all
other hours are cold and far away, and now, this
minute, the stars are very near and bright
Come back. We will have a celebration to end all
celebrations. We will invite the undertaker who lives beneath us,
