CATASTROPHE
you, you won my love
you, you’re all i love
see myself
against all these distortions
i know you’re thinking the same
it’s a catastrophe
wondering what will be
at the end of this ridge
the fires of hell
ocean rising and
the jagged rocks
it’s late in the game
you’re playing gypsy blue
traffic is dying
our house is dark
there is a darkness
in the silence
the train is gone and our bed is cold
i see you against
all these distortions
and still
you won my love