I know a Tailor
From a mystical place
A gypsy, her eyes how they flash
We talk of those men 
Those once-soulful men 
How we fell to them
Full, resolute, unabashed

Messy hearts she and I 
We examine history 
And debate on the whether at all
Those men knew their truth 
They did not we conclude 
For they flew by their mood
Yet we stand here firm in soul’s call 

This talk it’s served much
Our song it will be
We dance in the jeweled skirt of pain
The shades thrown open 
She returns to her pins
And it seems we’ll begin
To walk whole into love yet again