Like pseudo-believers in love
We've been through our holes in the walls and the dives
Where you drink to recall what you once had a vision of
And we talk of our lives in a prison
Though we both know it's better to be
Safe within our indecision
Than taking the risk to be free
And you were to be a great poet
How much is murder of our dreams
How much is suicide?
So you ask of my latest Top 40