When we laugh indoors, the blissful tones bounce off the walls, and fall to the ground
Reel the hardwood back to let them lose from decades trapped and listen so still
This city is my home construction, noise all day long and gutter punks bumming change
So I breed thicker skin, and let my lustrous coat fill in, and I'll never admit that

I loved you, Guinevere

I've always fallen fast with too much trust in the promising that
No one's ever been here, so you can quell those wet fears
I want purity, I must have it here right now, but don't you get me started now

December's chill comes late, our days get darker and we wait for this direness to pass
There are piles on the floor of artifacts from dresser drawers that I'll help you pack