I made one bad note
with the ashes of love
the open-air dances of the past
gangrene the heart.
Shorten your new skirt
awaken the nightfall
lie out in the sun when it rains
don't untidy my workshop.
Tiramisu of lemon
ice cream from firewater
dolly from living room
G-string from snake.
From dawn and through the service door
you would pass me the hash
at the edge of the precipice
we would play Thelma & Louise.
But tonight freedom for the first time is a prisoner
given that you are not my judge.
Your voodoo already pokes the bone
your kickoff got mixed into my net.
Tiramisu of lemon
ice cream from firewater
dolly from living room
G-string from snake.
Where do you think you are going,
what does it seem to you that I am
don't look back
because I'm already not.
But where do you think you are going
what does it seem to you that I am
if you look back
tomorrow is today.
Where do you think you are going
what does it seem to you that I am
it could be that maybe
later is now.
Baby where do you think you are going
what does it seem to you that I am
don't look back
because I'm already leaving.
So that you know that the end doesn't begin today.
So that you know that the end doesn't begin today.