Joe

You pull on your gloves, take your time, say you're no longer in love, remember the tune, that forgives broken lives, it still beats true, heaven's a cover, when you touch that line, don't reach it in blood, want me to comfort you, make the clock chime, fix up the bedroom, give to those who scrub, lead a generous life, not always the nub, like you'd never rue, the mysteries in your wine, hear the wind go boom, listen to what's above, shudder without a dime, fly like a released dove, it feels right.