Struck

I've been having wicked thoughts

Terribly wicked, selfish and cruel

Imagining I stood high on a ledge

And fell just out of the reach of you

And then, we are together alone

As I fall, you look up?

Looking for all the world, like for once

It was you, not me, who had been struck

Should I love you more than I do?

Or pray to love you less

Or learn to live with the little you give

Believing it all for the best

Will I ever see your heart

Open wide and your eyes shut

Looking for all the world, like for once

It was you, not me, who had been struck

The trees are angry, toss in the wind

Devour small planes going by

Dropping wreckage, bags and gloves

Down around us where we lie

I hear your uneasy breath

As you stir, but don't wake up

Looking for all the world, like for once

It was you, not me, who had been struck

That had been struck...that had been struck...that had been struck