And if you are wine
Then I must be turpentine
It’s 3 o’clock
not quite as dark as it could get
the first frost was swept back to the sea
and the rain
keeps me awake
with the hope of fingers
on my window pane
these are dangerous games
for dangerous times
You know, it’s all in the eye
and it’s not my fault that you caught mine
I am an ocean
of emotion
I am turbulent
and fraudulent
and if you are wine
then I choose to drown
I am a black gull crying
from the sea to the spire
I can visit your window
but I can’t seem to carry you down
It’s 3 o’clock
just about as dark as it can get
but when you light that match I’m going to light up the world
You know I’m ready
you know I’m spread so thin
with all of these people
they’ve been drinking me
They’re taking my soul
right through my eyes
and I don’t know
no I don’t know why
but if you are fine
than I am fine.
(much extraneous chordage, wailing, gnashing of teeth and guitar bashing)
©2001 rob hinkal
