And they'd crawl on each other's bodies, like reckless waves that crash wildly, over and under one another in the deep, finally finding the seashore. Sometimes, nearly drowning, but recovering each other, and catching their breath.
Then, they'd kiss like shipwrecked survivors kiss the sand.
She looked me over And I guess she thought I was all right All right in a sort of a limited way For an off-night She said, "don't I know you, from the cinematographer's party?" I said, "who am I to blow against the wind?"
I know what I know I'll sing what I said We come and we go That's a thing that I keep In the back of my head