She shops on sunday afternoons
Rides the subway down to me
Then back up to you
Forgotten umbrella now she's wet and cold
See her smile so full of life
And I am nothing if not old
In her eyes my end reflects
A glorious ordinary fool
All the kindness she rejects
She is a drug that's in my veins
Scarlett and grey behind my mind
Leaves a mark but does not stain
One last line before I sleep
Should never learn to swim
In pools so green and deep
