Lover boy on the battleground,
lift your fleshy gun,
and cross your hairs with lover girl.
laying down on the stadium,
Out behind the school.
I hope the night gives them some rest.
Is it stranger to pretend
I don't see? Walk on by?
If I cough, will the boy grow wild and chase me?
The question has passed as I enter the safety of the path.
(Thank you boy, thank you girl.
It's alright. It's all good.)
(Heavy breathing, heavy breathing...)
I had different plans but the lovers diverted my path,
So I lay witness to a thousand wild flowers,
Maybe making love, but to me it's scientific and cold,
Do I can watch, and even study in detail,
And count, in the moonlight, the pedals on a single head,
Though I don't find the number important.
It's the warm, anxious breathing from the humans I can hear from afar
That I pretend I can't hear anymore. But I will
Take the long route home,
and take stock in the beauty around me.