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When raindrops fall harder than a bride’s tears,
And the wind rattles the ground we walk on,
Try to convince me these nights are not beautiful
When the lights flicker from on to off,
Will you speak of street lights obscuring your sight?
Will you hush the noisy sounds of kitchen appliances as we sleep?
Will you tell me of foggy mornings,
Sleepy girls stumbling across the border between your dreams and reality,
When your leg pressed against mine, in the quiet rocking of a car on an uneasy road
Will you tell me the story of a girl visiting a strange land,
Or of a girl who met me at the airport like an old friend,
Who almost leaned her head on my shoulder while I held my breath?
Lie to me. Lie to me. Lie to me.
Tell me you’ve seen something more surreal
Than tears, than lights on a windshield
Black hair tangled with hair spray and the gleam of,
A jeweled belt loose at your waist: but
Was it your hand or mine?
Don’t be foolish.
They told me all roads lead to Rome.
Or at least to Jerusalem.
They’re wrong.
They lead to you.
They will always lead to you.
