The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight
And it starts...
sometime around midnight
or at least that's when
you lose yourself
for a minute or two
As you stand...
under the barlights
and the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while
and the piano's this melancholy sound check
to her smile
And that white dress she's wearing
you haven't seen her
for a while
But you know...
that she's watching
She's laughing, she's turning
she's holding her tonic like a crux
The room suddenly spinning
she walks up and asks how you are
so you can smell her perfume
you can see her lying naked in your arms
And so there's a change...
in your emotions
and all of these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind
of the curl of your bodies
like two perfect circles entwined
and you feel hopeless, and homeless
and lost in the haze
of the wine
And she leaves...
with someone you don't know
but she makes sure you saw her
she looks right at you and bolts
As she walks out the door
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes
and when your friends say what happened
you look like you've seen a ghost
And you walk...
under the streetlights
and you're too drunk to notice
that everyone is staring at you
and you so care what you look like
the world is falling
around you
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
and you know that she'll break you
in two
Vocabulary:
- sound check - a check of all the equipment needed to play music or broadcast speaker's voice to an audience
- crux - a puzzling or difficult problem : an unsolved question
- feral - wild, untamed, ferine, not domesticated
- entwine - to be twisted or twined
- haze - light vapor or smoke in the air which more or less impedes vision, with little or no dampness; a lack of transparency in the air; hence, figuratively, obscurity; dimness
- bolt - move or jump suddenly, leave suddenly and as if in a hurry, run away, in a rigid manner
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