Grapefruit moon pours down the gutter
A slick and certain death of citrus
Rotting like old morning news

Oh say can you feel
My tongue tracing the rim of an empty glass
As light breaks in half
And the windows hold their breath
In a mirror of dusk?
(I have forgotten your name
just enough)

A touch of blue
The morning dew
I caught a fish once- i caught a fish
Once the story of us
The story of us

The rain too shy to touch the pavement a touch of blue
When the traffic bloomed
The story of you the story of you

On the subway she is peeling an orange
While I am bleeding in the traffic lights
For the briefest breath of red. tonight

I'll dream of plastic sabras again
Growing from the cracks in the sidewalk
Their roots tangling with the forgotten
And the almost remembered-
I'll dream of you too
Not as you are
But as you could have been
Towards a sea of glass//time wound soft
Untouchable unknowable
Untouchable unknowable
Untouchable unknowable
The taste of orange. the briefest red
Oh you aren't dead no you aren't dead

I caught a fish once I caught a fish once
I caught a fish once!
I sent it home
Untouchable unknowable
A touch of blue the briefest breath
Of you
The briefest breath
Of you
Untouchable unknowable
Untouchable unknowable
Untouchable unknowable
The briefest breath
Of you