Inquisitive and thoughtful,
she was the challenge he‘d been waiting for;
a reminder that creativity runs deep like secrets.
Dark eyed dreamers; they were a dangerous pair,
Q next to U scribbled out on paper...
They stop / They go / They‘re done.
Go back to the place we knew before / retrace our steps to the basement door,
I‘ll ask you if the rain still makes you smile,
Like so much time that we spent in the fall / it put color in our cheeks while the air turned cold,
Preceding what became our bitter end.
Round in circles -- lets start over,
Round in circles -- lets start over.
Unanswered questions would be the only thing to stop them now...
He was the poet while she was the muse,
but she had a pen that she knew how to use,
with a touch of redemption, a hint of elation;
a recipe for disaster.
Go back to the place we knew before / retrace our steps to the basement door,
I‘ll ask you if the rain still makes you smile,
Like so much time that we spent in the fall / it put color in our cheeks while the air turned cold,
Preceding what became our bitter end.
Let this be a lesson to us all...