Overcoats and undertows
My memory's been lost and sold like it was fool's gold
You feel like a piece of me
All those clocks and hands running
All over my body
Don't look down
I tell myself right now
Love's just not allowed
Love's just not allowed
Love's just not allowed
Cold New York museum floors
I keep listening for
Your old message from before
Passing out and passing time
Living inside poetry lines
