Dialectic

your pigeon came yesterday with word of your return my [...]

you’ve worked your magic on more than one of my [...]

you wrap your arms around me while you stay just [...]

i see you tonight the fog of years is nothing [...]

it started with a side glance put me in a [...]

sign says i have nothing left to give but you [...]

this place is black market they steal and they sell [...]

my window’s a sieve this city seeps in a heat [...]

you came to the city like a virus you hid [...]

she ain’t got no lightning she ain’t got no gold [...]