Eloquent, she would chatter in her sleep
The untended splinter sinks in deep
Betrayed a hole and corner secret

Let the cat out of her mouth
Subconscious confession
Resulting in her facing south


The beast lay between them
He picked a bloody bone

Stalemate, scissors, paper, stone
He beat her hands down
Cupid died from heartache

He blew out the candles as the gunsmoke made a snake

It would never stand up in court

They could shoot peas through his story
But it won't save the day


Between the Devil and the deep blue sea
A prayer on the cuff of his shirt
In need of a miracle doctor

In need of a balm for the hurt
He left hope buried with his victim
In unmarked dirt


Days of wine and roses
Days of winter and thorn

He fingers spilt salt on the table
Thinking of something to say
Will throwing it over his shoulder keep the hangman

away?
When he stood up in court
They shot peas through his story