YOGA

We had our passports out and the kits to fix them up with
And the hurricane lamp threw its shadows on the ceiling
I watched them box with one another like Punch and Judy
It was dangerous and delightful
It was that kind of feeling
When you said, that you were sure
That there was nothing standing in our way
And the lie ran off and hid itself in the alleys all across Bombay

I saw you knock the lamp over while reaching for the scissors
And I wondered how we'd ever get by without it
And you fell into my arms, sweet and gentle
There was poison in the water, very little doubt about it
And you said that one of us would be all alone someday
And the truth of it echoed inexhaustibly
Up and down the thoroughfares all across Bombay



Credits
Writer(s): John S Darnielle
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