Radio Waves
Let's go down to the tombs by the river
Where night bloom is talc in the wind
I feel your nose in the crook of my neck
I smell the damp wool of your cardigan
Oh, with the sun beaming down shining yellow
It slips through the curtains, undrawn
While you lay beside me, my dear handsome fellow
In dream-like dissolve of this sepia morn
I see a meadow, I want to run it
But storm clouds loom large and portend
Hearts like cups have an edge, have a limit
And darling I think that we're nearing the end
But boy, it was sweet, it was swell, it was lovely
I'll think of you fondly no doubt
Your fingers send radio waves through my belly
You opened me up and you emptied me out
