Cards

And right here at the time

You're running out your mouth

I'm calling you back to me

I watch your hands are slighter than the eye

And surely faster than me

But I held your face tonight

Acquainted with the slow dance of a stranger

Hot than you could know

Yet how could you know?

And hold the sound within

The feeling of the fall is all a delicate show

And curtain cast

A glance across the cards

They ask to be made fools of

But I held your face tonight

Acquainted with the slow dance of a stranger

Hot than you could know

Yet how could you?

And how were you to know?

You said when it begins

You crawl out of your skin

If only to survive the coming tide

And when I can see their glassy eyes

It's late and I'll be waiting by the waterline

And their paper hearts

And suicides across the lawn

A lullaby for the burning palms that risk

And when I recall the promises

Of each of those rectangular faces

You know, you're so original

Original, original

But you say goodnight

And right here at the time

You're running out your mouth

I'm calling you back to me