every drop of rain on my tongue slips and drips a different tunennpots and pans that clamour through the doorway to your patient roomnnelephants in every corner smitten by the way you movennrise from any pangs of disenchantment that i stir in you, ohnnnnpush away the beams of morning,nnparalysed by pleasures unknownnnthe secret lovers in their fashionnnwaste your time all alonennnnoh the march you made along the streetnnthe settle (?) plays the orphan as the fiddle pine leaves (?)nnwe all bear a similar stature feeling lighternnlaying on the concretennnnoh, my heedless voice be softer stillnnif there's anything you haven't destroyednnthere'll be time to rejoicennthere'll be time to rejoicennnnand every day that summer's path throw away like a paper planenninto a dark black cloud where hope is sparce and lightning rains (?)nnif we ever make it through i swear to you i'll guide us homennto a nest of sheets and springs (?) where lovers never sleep alonennnnoh my heavy heart find another reason to beatnnif i can't find comfort herenni'll leave you and admit defeatnni'll leave you and admit defeatnni'll leave you and admit defeatnni'll leave you and admit defeat