Well the sun it shines
Upon the Plaza's grime
Inumbrating your face from behind
And I fear it discovers my pride
Oh my pride
How your smile slackens
And I squint as though to hide
Well you know that my
Countenance cannot lie
And my countenance cannot lie
To well disguise
What beneath abides
And the evangelist outcries
His sermon so assured
My reticence is vivified
If only truth were that black and white
If the reasons I
Can't love you were effable in kind
For I am bedazzled by plight
The person that I
Yearn to be is vanishing in time
And lost to the commuter's grind
To the grind
To the prospect of joy is blind
The Tower's crown reaches the sky
The fog flattens the Peaks' incline
My kiss as lackluster as a sigh
How my lips recoil
And your pupils seem to writhe
Well you know that I
Can't countenance a lie
And I cannot countenance a lie
To justify
A heartless tie
And I guess this means good-bye
The sun envelopes
Your form with each stride
And I descend to the Station's lines
To the lines
This feeling I'm at pains to elide
Was this becoming something?
Was this becoming something?
Was this becoming something
Or something one comes to find?
The answer is so Millennial and blithe
Hashtag I don't have
I don't have to decide
I don't have to decide
I don't have to decide