Across the street end parking lot
Chained link fences bind us
Tongues talk
I understand them not
All love is an octagon
Sketch your secrets in concrete
Laugh because I'm slow to speak
It's been on my heart
What about you
Jules Quenel
With time, I'm understanding why
All love is a crushing secret
Sketch your secrets in concrete
Laugh because I'm slow to speak
It's been on my heart
What about you
Jules Quesnel
Across the street from my old house
Our love is the empty room
I'll hide myself in prideful eyes for now
