Collage de lyrics = poem? :)

you're like a 6th avenue heartache

('it's drawn on me')

drawin you in like the end of a breath before you
*remember? that something before the nothing began?*

that Nothing from the No-one.

(I never understood before).

What_a_feelin.But Change is good. Take the road that leads back to Sullivan Street (home through the town past the shadows)


that fall down whenever

we: meet.
I'm nearly fallin' to my knees on the way home I'm forgetting
the way home. (drag the "e" so it sounds like an ho-oohm.) and for once I remember how I got here. }though I'm nearly crawlin on my knees, down on her knees drowning in your Sea{

(and then the motor runs while you're in my tub listening to the
thub-dub-thub-dub of my

[heart, duh] my hand when everything turned out right.]

I'll meet you tomorrow afternoon. I (I'm not your first fool but) I'm going to be--your last one.