Have I ever let us down before?
(the gate slammed open 'gainst our paint'd yellow fence)
-you know if it had ever been, I'd up and you'd have left.
Consequence will catch us up in tears and recompense.
Isn't this the third movement? Haven't you been too stern?
(this time I'd stricken down what hope and grace had left.)
Consequence will catch us up in tears and recompense.
Time in Monaco.
Driving through the leaves and moonbeams flooded through these trees-
what can we expect from such an arbitrary night?
Leaflets hoarded the space we had tonight-
'…they wandered into mists of grass.'
In places reaching closer to your home than comfort lends,
These leaflets were surrounding causing tears and recompense.
