You rolled your tongue, you spat... I flew... A hole in one!
Despatched
me in the kitchen sink; I sank confused and bruised and thinking about
our
honeymoo n of nights beneath the moon together. Crosslegged, floating
down
the ɾiver. We didn't need a boat-us angels aren't afraid of water, are
we?Are we?? I am, now I'm lying flat with alligators and [Bm]ɾats to [C7]talk
to... licking sweetcorn from my [A]fingers, tea leaves from my [A]eyes;the
blood
of suicides is dripping on [C7]all [Em]sides, and [Bm]I'm wondering if one of them
could be [Am]you. YOU..... Yes, I wonder if one of them [A]could be [Am]you.
(She said,
