Days Of Lantana

Agatha and I go
Down to the courtyard slinging
Last year's Sundays in the river of time

Agatha and I go
Down to the citadel, Sunday
Red church bells and the moon on the rise

If you were to tell her
The days are numbered
I'd break the teeth in your fake ass smile

Maybe in a rare wind
Maybe in a month of Sundays
Maybe in a war
I would still read the wrong signs

But I don't mind it
Being in the darkness, baby
To be by your side
I would walk the Nile twice

Days of lantana
Each saint with a cross and a hammer
Radiation of the Cherenkov kind

So we go walking
Birds at the window talking
Jubilation in the faint June shine

Agatha and I go
Down to the citadel winning
Things that graciously came to mind

Gathering the day in
Some make arrangements
Some know the way
And they just walk a straight line, well

Curly's a baker's boy
Living for the harvest nights
Turns to me and says something like
"The world only turns twice"

"Once for the laughter
Once for the memories after
All the rest is just
Kicking through weather and fines"

So we go dancing
We'll twist turns and all things fancy
"I blame the baker boy"
That's what I had on my mind

You in the here now
Me in the far bar
I'd wait forever
If they gave me enough time

Outside walking
Birds at the window talking
Iterations of the faint June shine