Yoga

We had our passports out and the kits to fix 'em up with

And the hurricane lamp cast our shadows on the ceiling

I watched 'em box with one another like punch and judy

It was dangerous and delightful

It was that kind of feeling

When you said you were sure there was nothing standing in

our way

And the lie ran off and hid itself in the alleys all

around bombay

I saw you knock the lamp over while reaching for the

scissors

And I wondered how we'd ever get by without it

And you fell into my arms, sweet and gentle

Poison in the water

Little doubt about it

And you said that one of us would be all alone someday

And the truth of it echoed inexhaustably all across

bombay

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