Paris – blackandwhiteandcolours

Did a needle just enter me?

Paris, November 2013

She didn’t believe anything I told her

Gone Fishin’

I’m not listening to anything

We thought it might work

I’m suddenly gripping the iron railing

The icy air so cold it shimmers

I don’t want to think of where she might be at this moment

Yeah, I think it’s real too

I’m sitting in the back seat drunk and I shrug

But the words just don’t come out

I tell myself that it really wasn’t that bad last night

They didn’t get any help from you, did they?

I sort of expected to feel triumphant at this point, but I don’t

Your equipment requires maintenance

The thought had crossed my mind

You have something we want

We have something you want

No government or corporation on earth can eavesdrop on us now

I can’t help looking

I have never seen anyone dance like this

Feeling those creepy eyes on my neck

But I’m just like you, or I was a year ago

I’m figuring that there’s something about you

Almost like you know someone’s watching

I know it, I’ve plenty to learn everywhere

You’ve plenty to learn there

But tell me, who was he?

You’re a cold one, aren’t you?

All of the sadness of the city came suddenly

I remember very well when we first met