who as a couple killone another out of loveI and my wifeor my bookseller and mewe must be ruinedminding nothing but lustwe whowe who enchantplaying owls
an ordinary husband may singtuning his guitarI play a bad instrumentwith rich oilsI dare not believe it is goodbetter than expectedand my love is dancingin her bed
all the fields between usso cold a landhow infinite the locks and keysto keep love outand touching only in the familyfull of sour years togetherbrothers and sistershusbands and wivesand me with my great round gutlike a gold watchto let an inconceivabletime be born
if love is an accidentI should be kind to thisrogue October hearttake it out for dinnerall good and hotlike a devilpleased to havemy private sin singanother piece of my song
love is a strange suna white bear lost at seaI am never troubled by angry wordsand I like being in the darkexcess of light makes eyes believevicious and impossible thingslike little kings making a peaceout of the dead