I Am Indebted To (or Have a Bone to Pick With) Orson Scott Card -
Caught in the aftermath
resigned like many.
I was drowned in a whisky glass,
your lips told me everything.
I know who you are, I know what I am
I know how this makes us look.
But, we could have been, oh, lying in bed
touching each other or just fucking instead.
But, we became ghosts, and danced with the dead, yeah
we devoured the others who pretend to be lovers.
One hundred nineteen memories
got lost in the back of the ear
we walked along the last of these rain soaked streets
and we disappeared.
I know who you are, I know what I am
I know how this makes us look.
But we could have been, oh, lying in bed
touching each other or just fucking instead.
But, we became ghosts, we danced with the dead, yeah
we devoured the others who pretend to be lovers.
Cold, cold, cold and blue
Cold, cold, cold and blue
Cold.