Valentine - Ruth Moody

Just rang to say

I got your valentine

Does it make me yours

Or does it make you mine

It’s hard to tell

I struggle with your scrawl

Some words were a little smudged

And some not there at all

I must have been crazy

Lost in your blood-shot eyes again

But love she marches in

And takes us like an army

Now and then

Sometimes no means go

It doesn’t matter if it’s right

There’s a secret doorway

Where day folds into night

I was gonna make us something

There was whiskey on your breath

Standing in my kitchen

What a pretty mess

I must have been crazy

Lost in your blood-shot eyes again

But love she marches in

And takes us like an army

Now and then