Cholera

There's a ring of stale beer on the table, and the ash-tray's apt to overflow
Outside I see traces and trails of light in the afternoon
Limping dog in Vancouver city
Left-over girls in the greying room
I'm not given to conditions lightly
I can always bend light into blue
I could never write a letter everyday, nothing like a Love in the Time of Cholera
But as years unfold and passion never fades, I could never stay but neither stay away
I feel shudders as tomorrow hits me, collides with the ghosts of yesterday
Short walk to buy matches, count my pennies and leave the ruins
A dead cat lies in Toronto
Smoking roaches in Barbera's room
I'm not eager to disturb these ashes
Bone-shards and the teeth that never burn
I could never write a letter everyday, nothing like a Love in the Time of Cholera
But as years unfold and passion never fades, I could never stay but neither stay away
Did you love me? Did you want me? Will you mend me? Can you make me whole
Lungs burst, breathless, crash down into Parkdale
Hope-less play for Love Amongst The Ruins
I wish I could write a letter everyday, something like a Love in the Time of Cholera
And as years unfold and passion never fades, I wish I could stay or even stay away