Bells and Whistles - Inlets

All the laws of curves and edges, wrapped around my arms and raised them

All the rules of fits and pauses, brought my lagging feet together

With bells and whistles that blare out your old refrain

Across the improvise, miscast and memorized

By then I’m old and your forgotten.

You get your frigid fingers open

To the laws of curves and edges that stung your ears and wrenched them from me

At last we’re held by the golden mean

With Bells and whistles that blare out your old refrain

Across the improvise, miscast and memorized