Look me in the eye she said
Are we friends or not?
To hold each others hands
Or shake like businessmen
Will midnight poetry
Ring true at dawn?
Or roses be so sweet
With blood on their thorns
We looked at the ceiling
And then our shoes
Our glasses were empty, so we
Tapped out a rhythm on the table in anticipation
Look me in the eye she said
Are we friends or not?
To sail uncharted lands
Or seek a shore we understand
Should we try to cultivate
Are we picking before it's ripe?
Is it honesty or fraud?
Sitting in the candlelight
We looked at the ceiling
And then our shoes
Our glasses were empty, so we
Tapped out a rhythm on the table in anticipation
Tapped out a rhythm on the table in anticipation
We looked at the ceiling
And then our shoes
Our glasses were empty, so we
Tapped out a rhythm on the table in anticipation
Tapped out a rhythm in anticipation
Tapped out a rhythm
Tapped out a rhythm in anticipation
Tapped out a rhythm
Tapped out a rhythm in anticipation
Tapped out a rhythm
Tapped out a rhythm in anticipation
Tapped out a rhythm