Can we pretend to understand why
Some days it rains or why summer eyes fade to fall?
Lets start tomorrow
or bask in comfort for awhile,
Let ourselves drift off to other places,
Helping us see the difference between
Those who blow smoke out frozen windows
And those who keep us warm with fogged eyes
By the fireside.
When the thought woke you up, you said I dont feel right.
I know why.
She smiles,
And says to me,
You can never be found,
If you dont get lost in the backstreets.
And it seems as though even when I'm
Out of my own head, that the black is still black
And the blue is still blue.
That's what brings us right back down,
But baby please don't put this-
Please don't put the flame out now.
Its hers and mine:
The thoughts, the nights, the way
The thunderclouds shine.
All along, our words spark telephone lines.
I know why.
Lets say all the things we wont remember
Days from now when we have clear heads.