season of maple

the trees call unto your eyes
make you seem unwise
make you hear it lie
tears flow from the bottom of the pool
finding faults in the afternoon
lonely hearts wait for the phone to ring
but those entranced by doves

walk into the dark arcade
drawn in by your love
and falling under
branches waving at the wing
losen its shift between the skin
its silent when it drops
its going down a lot
there is nothing you
can do
it is going to
take you without
you
doing anything

walk into the dark arcade
drawn in by your love

branches waving at the wing
losen its shift between the skin
its silent when it drops