Cinnamon (The Long Winters)

Sun through the curtains, I gave you a sign, The birds were all quiet, You were so quiet, Some hear a call, Some are the messengers, I thumb through the pictures, And know them all. They said, "Do you remember when you saw her last" I said, "Her skin is cinnamon, Her skin is cinnamon." I have too many stories, keeping it serious, Some are collectors, some keep it straight, It was a hospital, I was delirious, I clung to the stretcher And drew them a heart. Two gondolas to carry us, Grand Via was hilarious, St. Paul was there to marry us, We lied, "We're already married!" 'cause here's proof: we have suntans, And I spoke up with my new hands, Listen to my car, What is it telling us? Start... please start, please start. Is it spring where you are? I waited all winter Chasing the lamp cords back to the wall, It's a plausible scenario: I clung the stretcher, I drew them a heart.