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In October through the village
A tour of ghosts and exorcisms Your old bar was a different place My old bench behind a fence We walked on the Brooklyn Bridge We shared a bit more than a kiss (yes we did). Looking back we’re always young And in the pictures so in love Onlookers look at our luck They want the love that lights us up 1 2 3 4 5 you cheated on me that many times 5 4 3 2 1 the golden thread has come undone love was built on a house of cards turns out the cards were made of words three-quarters of that house was true all of me and half of you now I am a thousand minds my kaleidoscope heart contracts and winds numbers and facts say what you do crashing waves say I lost you last time love died so slow by the time it died it was time to go this time love is an amputee with phantom limbs and phantom teeth 1 2 3 4 5 you cheated on me that many times 5 4 3 2 1 the golden thread has come undone Now I know you’re a skirt chaser That’s why pencils have erasers And you’re in a shape I wouldn’t want to be Making someone who loves you doubt sanity Doubt her lovely memories Doubt what was deep and what was just deceit Look at me and Sandra B Cuckolded by selfish squeezes Hers was a bad boy, mine a PhD He chose cake. He can’t have me. 1 2 3 4 5 you cheated on me that many times 5 4 3 2 1 the golden thread has come undone Brooklyn Bridge, it’s still mine That brontosaurus backbone soars to the sky Lady Liberty rises from the sea Her torch is up in solidarity. You’re just a story I’ve got to tell And the city metaphors you like everybody else. You’re just another guy who had a connection And threw it all away for a fleeting distraction. It’s not special and it served no purpose. I think we'd all agree that it wasn’t worth it. 1 2 3 4 5 you cheated on me that many times 5 4 3 2 1 the golden thread has come undone 1 2 3 4 5 I can’t bear to add it up another time 5 4 3 2 1 That’s a lot. We’re undone. |