one wound up punch of intuition
lays flat my whole take on us.
you're the girl on the wing of a barnstormer
the tidal rabbit who came of age before her time.

we could have been so good-natured
if i'd relented when you insisted,
but we've been backed against
all nature's walls far too long.

you felt abandoned by me,
i recall the sunshine as you were melting
and though [bad word] softens the fall
they still hear us with their ears to the wall.

i sold all my evil motives,
no icicles stuck in my hide.
i'm through with riddles, i know we're little
just help me feel warm inside.

before we take this ride and let it slide
into the cracks where fall and winter collide.
i surrender all my gall in a song of modern love.
remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind.

we could have been so good-natured
if you'd relented when i insisted,
we take a week off, let the garden grow by itself
and let the gluttons fill themselves with all the worst of the gory ninties.
and though [bad word] softens the fall, we stall fall short.

before we take this ride and let it slide
into the cracks where fall and winter collide.
i surrender all my gall in a song of modern love.
remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind.