Sleepwalking

 

Cardinal bleak sighs are you feeling pesky and wise?

A wandering preacher on a perfume lit street

We were four steps behind the choral stampede

When she asked me

Is there anybody out there?

 

Candy for felons, whiskey for nuns

A philandering philistine panting for some

We heard bright steps behind the high glass beams

He kissed my sternum and asked me

Is there anybody in there?

 

I fell for you

You fell for me

We fell far-fetched and far-flung

But feelings don’t come free

 

Granted a prima donna from an apple tree

Red on red, white on white genetic diversity

We were just another kind of archer in a bit of a noir

When she begged me

Let somebody in there

 

I fell for you

You fell for me

We fell far-fetched and far-flung

But feelings don’t come free

 

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