14 december

wait until the walls come down the nuts are roasted and the smoke blows away
stay another minute with me in it until morning turns the corner and we fade
no apologies no redundancies just a recipe for sense
making dollars out of collars and a suit to drive it home
we are chrome and we are silver we are made of lead
money metal paper plastic take it as we go
i am listening for papers for the news i write myself
giving tickets buying spots and marketing the rest
we tie ribbons we bend bows and off the curtain calls
let us now for ever after steady as we rush
turn the pages fill the teacups - cheers for all the yes