Hyacinth Girl

Holly was adored, all crowned in fleur; she cracked my head As she leaves, to my relief she asks, "(when) could I come back?" Through a single-pane, you've probably said enough by now For the neighbors to wonder just who you care about And, you know, they're not going anywhere No, I know, it's not going anywhere Holly was adorned but found all sorts of bitter men Dreaming light and petit fours - it's not where I'm at It's like I've left my head at home for someone else to bake Pour in wine, and who knows what other sweetness waits? But I know it's not going anywhere Oh, I know it's not going anywhere "Holy Wars Indoors," the news reports, and so depends "Wait, I need you more," is my first thought, anyhow Do I have another home, while mine is roared awake By motorcyclists, by now - I'd hope - miles away? And I know it's not going everywhere Oh, I know they're not going anywhere