"you and i may not
hurry it with
a thousand poems
my darling
but nobody will stop it
With All The Policemen In The World"
(hold)
this evenings young hand
watch her dance
, twinkling
her horizon hinds
with the moons ancient
smile
(watch)
as the old general of
day tips his tattered hat
, finishes his drink
and retires to his quarters
(remember)
this time inbetween
absolutely everything
, how the grass swayed
to the winds race
like gospel choirs on sunday alters
, how leaves giggled
across the cobblestone and
how
you (I) were there
, breathing just the same
between absolutely everything
betwee(n) abs(o)lutely every(thing)
