Under the scorpio moon, I followed you like a dog and found ...

... a revolution with a red sky and a dream about a student, about my father, about my daughter, we were floating and like a lightning bolt it occured to me and saved my life ... kept us floating.

I'm floating. I mean, we're floating ... me and you and her ... and it comes in waves like you said it would -- It will reoccur always worse until you start to rock and seize and up from your neck, all the muscles bend and cry and breathe and it's metal ... it smells like metal, rotting copper, oxidizing on your fingers, salty on your tongue.

Derelict, Santa Monica, you live in the car, heroine, hotel keys, we sang on the patio of the restaurant the yellow light, 85 degrees Atlanta, you sip a glass of beer in August and talk poetry.

Please talk to me again about 1958, singing that song about the ocean 'If you ever leave me, how deep it will be' in a black tie and starched white shirt riding the bus through Philadelphia, our car was old from Uncle Henry.

I love you on Friday, my favorite night. Bless this yellow light, like your hair, walking in the yard just yesterday you look like a girl now, like a girl first time like a girl, my father and you and me in that dream I can't remember floating, me on top of you on top of her and she's in the lead now ...