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Remonstrations, I set out to bridge the gap from head to mouth And as the wind stank from the south, we turned to face the morning A cubist bruise upon your leg informed me of the war you fled Must I now dance for scraps of bread at the table of your denial You let me in with stolen keys, the weak the whiplashed came in threes All pleading for some clarity and new life into their lungs Our necks like tangled swans all calm above the water all above board for now at least There's specks of paint chipped off the walls The mirror has lied since Valentine's But as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky has been pockmarked by the cranes No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved We want to be with love, we want to be with love As it is written off Look at you, you're better now That anaphylactic shaking scowl has altered Into something that could fill an empty space This city stinks of sex and weed The narrow minded streets recede revealing some new truths to me If you give a dog a bone it may follow you home and claim you led it on There's specks of paint chipped off the walls The mirror has lied since Valentine's But as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky's still pockmarked by the cranes No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved We want to be with love, we want to be with love As it is written off