Devil on a Bench in Stanley Park

She loves me best on Mondays her hair all up in arms my shaky love above the car alarms she cleans me out on Fridays with a Bombay-soda grin the evening clad in California skin She's music to my ears she's music to my ears and even when she breaks my

Frozen roses the heavens open up your door it closes while the Rideau bears a cross of broken ice into the night Sunday Morning is on the stereo the kettle's boiling while my universe is you all dressed in white winter light Does it make you rain? do