Key/Hole

I'm thinking about the first line
that I wrote you way back when
You always said that I was
the last in a long line of friends

But peeking through a keyhole
there's only so much to take in
things get so uneven
like they do in the end

deny me
any indication
define me
any way you can

that's
when I called
you over

see a little darkness
mixed in with the light
know your kisses arrow to nights of sweet delights

let's make the bad of a bad situation
try to define love
any way we can

that's
when I called
you over

your bright like a shadow
dark like a sunny day
you shuffled all the pages
until the words decayed

I'm a traveler in the hard hard rain
and you my dear are quite insane

I'm in the middle of the river
scattered ropes and jewels for ever
I'm back out on the town now

back out on your street
I feel a little strange about it
but you know what I mean

so take this as a last line
take this as the end
scatter through the chatter
and full malcontent

lets take our eyes out
and complete the conversation
devise a way out
of our grandest plans

that's
when I called
you over