I’ll hold the door
and you’ll take a little off
if you won’t take the gold
I’ll still hold the silver close to my chest
you’ve been ultra-inconspicuous
I think that it’s ridiculous
but if buildings keep their vows
then the stars will fill up the canal
so there’s fish on the promenade tonight
and it felt transcendent and gay
and you promised to ask me to stay
what’s the name of your car?
who dismisses your fake ID at the bar?
does your heart beat in the room?
no stains on your Fruit of the Loom
as the tides face the beckon of the moon
(I always sing the same old tune)
So take off in the nightboat baby
the moments like lanterns all strung up above you
there’s dew on the web of the darkness baby
it glints like a shard in the sand