Passing Through the Turnstile

It's one drink for her paintings, it's another for the sea Then you're shipwrecked in the beauty of her ambiguity That's how she plays her hand, you must grasp it twice A dreamer's fingers warm from throwing ice-cold dice Street café overlooking the changing tide She finds wisdom in the wine, love's a journey not a ride Then you're riding trains, knee touching knee Night anchors in strange waters, it's a dare to swim free Your city is on fire, can't see where the line begins Jesus took the lock off heaven's door Not sure your key fits in She makes you think she's in control She makes the neon dance and weave The meaning of her words gets lost in the tempo of the way she breathes You want it all but in the meanwhile You're passing through the turnstile On your way to the "D" Hello, goodbye, I'll text you now and then Weeks have gone by and we were closer than we should have been Can't disconnect what you feel, it's a quick death but it's slow Sometimes you can't hold on when you can't let go Love knows how to wing it, then it learns how to fly There's a sadness when she brings it Trapped and too personal to pry You're waiting for love injected beneath your sleeve So you can rid your blood of yearning for something too unreal to believe You want it all but in the meanwhile You're passing through the turnstile On your way to the "D"