Standing in falling-down places
A foot of distance between our bodies
All of eternity between the rest of us
We hid in places that couldn't be reached
For whatever reasons, forgotten now
And all we have left is disjointed hope
Reasons spill from your cherry lips
We never knew enough, or knew each other
Too well, maybe, but it's as likely as
The moon spilling blood down your pretty face
Drenching the arms that held me so well
I hear your reasons and nod and don't smile
Since you're not worth wasting a smile on
Though I thought you were, that night,
When you touched me and kissed me, as we were
Standing in falling-down places.