we resolve to meet
at the bridge beside the beach
where the air would freeze our speech
and the trains would pass beneath our feet
it's dry from licking still you never questioned why
night upon night we come here all the time
with eyes that take no (?)
and transgressions justified
resigned to take our lives
by the age of twenty-five
as your hands brushed my thigh the sound began to rise
and the cars underneath posing perfect for four times
it would be something in our prime
before times fitful bright left footprints on our eyes
and the light stretched just right to finally tell you why
night after night we come here all the time