Aldente Pasta

Remonstrations, I set out to bridge the gap from head to mouth
 And as the wind stank from the south, we turned to face the morning
 A cubist bruise upon your leg informed me of the war you fled
 Must I now dance for scraps of bread at the table of your denial
 You let me in with stolen keys, the weak the whiplashed came in threes
 All pleading for some clarity and new life into their lungs
 Our necks like tangled swans all calm above the water all above board for now at least
 There's specks of paint chipped off the walls
 The mirror has lied since Valentine's
 But as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored
 We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky has been pockmarked by the cranes
 No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved
 We want to be with love, we want to be with love
 As it is written off
 Look at you, you're better now
 That anaphylactic shaking scowl has altered
 Into something that could fill an empty space
 This city stinks of sex and weed
 The narrow minded streets recede revealing some new truths to me
 If you give a dog a bone it may follow you home and claim you led it on
 There's specks of paint chipped off the walls
 The mirror has lied since Valentine's
 But as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored
 We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky's still pockmarked by the cranes
 No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved
 We want to be with love, we want to be with love
 As it is written off