A gentleman comes ambling through the doorway with a quiet step
A gentleman with blazing eyes slips his hand in mine
and calls me baby,
says I'm pretty
A man with a heart of horsehair lights his cigarette and doesn't call
and so I waver
On the warmest night of the year,
so far,
I fear the waxing moon draws you elsewhere
and the tug of the tides only serves to pull our ships in opposite directions
For ever I am flagging you down,
trying to be clever
But forces conspire
And still I wonder
Take me down to the river
Weave your words into eerie melodies
Keep me guessing
So long as our eyes reflect the sky we'll be true
We'll be real,
rife with lust and misfortune
and if we rip holes in others' hearts,
Well, Love be damned
For our path is choked with poison ivy
yet it surely shall be written
And on some dark mistaken evening,
you'll arrive with wicked strings in hand,
Stare me down and take me home
Then for ever in dreams shall I recall your touch
And ever shall I make my days stranger
Stranger still
