Bob Mould
Old Highs New Lows
We lock the gaze tightly upon each otherNo others come near, no others come betweenAs you remain beside me muted and studyingIn beauty and radiant heatI will write the words I want to hear you sayOn a page torn from my diaryI'll hand you the sacred text and wait for you to place itAcross the hole in my heart, smoothing the edges from the centerAffixing it in place with sugar water and salivaI want you to read these words to me every dayAnd this is where the thought residesStuck upon my heart, on the outsideI am speechless in your beauty, you are flawless in my eyesAs your eyes show my reflectionI try to ignore the decay and listen harder to the toneThe pitch of your broad chest as it exhales into mineOld highs, new lows. Ain't that how life goes.
From Letras Mania