"We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite"*
nothing of importance comes from indirect encounters
still love may happen at parties and such
if you believe in talismans, by far
given your proximity, you might be dead by midnight
not that that always happens, he counters
indeed that he met his girlfriend as such
fictions do occur by luck but most of the time, yeah, no
in a heartbeat, you might get in a fight
cause of death, murder by mishap, the blur
as time always shoots forward with poisoned arrows that land
not on target with the bullseye, drunks slur
their words, the past long gone, you watch the sand
over and over drop down from high, as if the stars throw
through relative heights, darts from a distance
how spooky actions of entanglement
entice people to find love as if schemes were heaven sent
reach out, the hourglass needs a tap, let's dance
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*"Psycho Killer" ~ Song by Talking Heads
Songwriters: Chris Frantz / David Byrne / Tina Weymouth
Psycho Killer lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc
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