One of Us Cannot Be Wrong

I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me

the room filled up with mosquitoes

they heard that my body was free

and I took the dust of a long sleepless night

and I put it in your little shoe

and I must confess that I tortured the dress

that you wore for the world to look through

and I showed my heart to the doctor

he said, ‘you just have to quit

then he wrote himself a prescription

and your name was mentioned in it

then he locked himself in a library shelf

with the details of our honeymoon

and I hear from the nurse that he’s gotten much worse

and his practice is all in a ruin

I once knew a saint who had loved you

I studied all night in his school

he taught that the duty of lovers

was to tarnish the golden rule

and just when I was sure that his teachings were pure

he drowned himself in the pool

his body is gone, but out here on the lawn

his spirit continues to drool

an Eskimo showed me a movie

he’d recently taken of you

the poor man could hardly stop shivering

his lips and his fingers were blue

I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes

and I guess he just never got warm

but you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice

please let me come into your storm