Synapse to Synapse: the possibility´s thin.
I´m dressed up for free drinks
and family greetings on your wedding
your wedding
your wedding date.
The figures in plastic
on the wedding cake
that I took
were so real.

And I kept a distance:
the complications cloud
the postcards and blips through fiberoptics,
as the girls with the pigtails
were running from little boys wearing bowties
their parent bought them:
"I´ll catch you this time!"

Crashing through the parlor doors,
what was your first reaction?
screaming, drunk, disorderly:
I´ll tell you mine.

You were the one
but I can´t spit it out
when the date´s been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.

Synapse to Synapse:
the sneaky kids had attached beer cans
to the bumper so they could drive
up and down the main drag.
People would turn to see
who´s making the racket.
It´s not the first time.

When they lay down
the fish will swim upstream
and I´ll contest but they won´t listen
when the casualty rate´s near 100%,
and there isn´t a pension for second best
or for hardly moving..

Crashing through the parlor doors,
what was your first reaction?
Sreaming, drunk, disorderly:
I´ll tell you mine.

You were the one
but i can´t spit it out when the date´s been set.
the white routine to be ingested inaccurately.