sun through the curtains

i gave you a sign


the birds all were quiet

you were so quiet

some hear a call

some are the messengers

i thumb through the pictures

and know them all



they said, 'do you remember where you saw her last?'

i said, 'her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon'



i have too many stories

keeping it serious

some are collectors

keeping it straight

it was a hospital

i was delirious

i clung to the stretcher

i drew them a heart



they said, 'do you remember where you saw her last?'

i said, 'her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon'



two gondolas to carry us

grand via was hilarious

st. paul was there to marry us

we lied, 'we're already married!'



cos, here's proof, we have suntans

and i spoke up with my new hands

listen to my car

what's it telling us?

start... please start... please start



they said, 'do you remember where you saw her last?'

i said, 'her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon'



is it spring where you are?

i waited all winter

chasing the lampcords back to the wall

it's a plausible scenario:

i clung to the stretcher

i drew them a heart



they said, 'do you remember where you saw her last?'

i said, 'her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon'

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