Reherse the sobriquets,
a living love 'til dying days.
The preperations all in place
for Poloroids that fade away in time.
"Two things then one thing",
I cannot explain:
We dressed up and promised
no more secrets, no contradictions.
I blame the seasons.
What pulls us now
is not what pulled us then;
and after push comes shove.
Thus to sing and thus to love.