you don't want your fingers getting money-sticky while the car crash still stays helplessly watching the green cactus at the edge of the window sill silly rain keeps falling softly on the other side of the face and while we sing words whispering out of nowhere the light is lit still glittering down the hall i don't live here any more he says but she's not the girl who misses much of a silence while fingers tapping on beautifully full linen cat astrophying that good old word out of nowhere again i was here
