thoughts of a lonely celibate  

i used to dance in my Grandmother's window
she had this window that faced east
with all these shaped crystal glasses in it
in the afternoon the place was all covered in rainbows
the colors were magnificent, wow
the frailty of something so necessary never struck me till now
you cant dance in that room, its dangerous
you can't play in their, its dangerous
my chin on my hands i quietly watch
the colors lean away from the sun and disappear
such is life. suddenly so clear.
and i look at her with the same wanton eyes
i want to play in her colors
i want to dance in her bright afternoon
you cant play in there its too dangerous
you can't dance with her it too dangerous
my chin on my hands i quietly watch
her colors lean away from the sun and disappear
the frailty of something so necessary never struck me till now...