Honeymoon

Long player played around in the living room And laid a cue Of a saved vision I hung to Our harbored days were ships that hung Off horizons Once clear and then gone Like honeymoon Our zeniths, they bow with the season Like blind appeals In the commen

throw the body in the lake and take a chance that no one finds out your life is stories that you fake and rake like leaves behind you so row the boat into the bay and say you've lost your compass your life is pieces that you play and maybe they will