Album: Tom Verlaine

Red Leaves

(Verlaine)
We shuffled our faces
laughing like fish.
Really flip flappin'
We had not a wish.
You said, "Look, the ceiling's down,"
You said it five times
with that beautiful frown
Red leaves whirling
across my lawn
I see you weaving.
What dost thou sew?
You look at the floor.
You say, "I really don't know"
I asked my darlin'
why she talks so slow.
She said, "It's the mud above
and the stars below."