Paul Three

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 for them to hit you, when the bell chimes, fix up the bedroom, give to those who scrub, lead a generous life, not always in the clubs, like you'd never rue, the mysteries of wine, hear your fists go boom, listen to what's above, shudder without a dime, fly like a released dove, it feels right.