The Connection.

The best suit he wears is a law suit.
He's put together, with or without proof.
With his badge as his witness and a cherry wood cane,
He'll make you beg, beg, beg and plead insane.

The only dress she wears is a slip dress.
She's falling apart. A perfect mess.
With her hair in her eyes and a crooked smile,
She'll make you cry, cry, cry, and run for miles.

Fire! Fire!

He runs to his car           She Runs away.
He turns on some lights.   She screams for help.

Tires screech                Shoes squeak
Phones beep                 Lips shake.

He's at the scene of the crime, feeling the burn.
She's falling to the ground, feeling the burn.
He's here to help, he takes her hand.
She shakes and aches. She takes his hand.

The fire's a mystery, the ashes left bare.
But the real chemistry was outside. Out there.

He smiled.                             She cried.
He said it would be okay.         She called it a lie.

Arms hold.                    Floors Crack.
Eyes know.                   Eyes wish.

Nothing is held back.