She is wearing a complexion Like the inside of a church That has never seen two lovers Just before they lose their thirst She likes nature in spite of What nature did to her And she loves enough to jaywalk Enough to get hurt
And if she falls in the path of The midday traffic I will sleep by the bed of a broken statue
Radio for help now She's gone missing again Without a raincoat or a hairbrush Without a witness or a trail We like nature in spite of What nature does to us And we love to jaywalk But not enough to get hurt
And if she walks in the path Of the midday traffic I will keep by the grave of a broken statue
If she walks in the path Of the midday traffic I will walk in the path Of the midday traffic And she falls in the path Of the midday traffic I will keep by the grave of a broken statue
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