Tell me a story,
I started.
There was a girl before me,
she dance to the train's screech.
Which lover bit his tongue,
and missed French kisses?
I don't sit by the window
to count shadows the day collected.
If I heard the dead,
know I was asleep.
Today's story isn't yet written,
I'd have to greet the day first.
There was a boy before me,
he tripped on his laces.
Which minister taught my faith,
when trees choose their seasons?
I've never traveled a gravel road,
nobody ever bought me shoes.
If I speak to the dead,
put me in front a mirror.
I want to capture a story,
my left hand leads from the right.
There's a he I'm chasing,
following love, a circus game.
Which person forgot their past?
So many tokens kept...
If I seek the dead,
toss me into a river.
Tell me a story,
I've began a script.