I gently pour the alcohol over your wounds and watch the scars fade into time
And watch the wincing fall away
Donna was hired to mend the flowers of my father’s prized estate
And when she worked
It was as if we had never felt the cold
We quickly came to love her
But i most of all came to love her
It was not easy to meet you, but in the soil I felt your fingers grope
In the virgin soil I passed through a groan
Attacked you with my sense of a smile
You must quit this work and caress the radio’s bulbs
And turn the blue green dials
And notice that the blue lights are parallel and move in file
With the strength of the wave