The Bleeding Heart Show

I leapt across three or four beds into your arms Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape. It’s taken magic to a primitive new place Watch ‘em run, although it’s the minimum, heroic We hunched together in one chair out on the deck In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat Next thing you know you are asleep in someone’s lap Watch ‘em run, although it’s the minimum, heroic We quit the room Quit so our thoughts could rest Rest them, I’ll never move? That’s when we grab a hold Of whatever it is we fell into Lousy with your content With what the majestic cannot find In business of your lives The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show