sumire
sumire
she’s in love with a woman, calls me at 3 am to tell me that
and her French is getting better and she’s dressing like a lady
too bad it’s wasted on a married woman, with no desire either way
did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?
trapped at the top of the ferris wheel, the carnival closed for the night
and she sees herself in bed with that aweful guy
curled up in a ball freezing from the cold
it’s the mystery explained, all her hair turned white
did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?
fly away to Greece to a distand island
lying naked in the sand beside her
she’s not going to change how she feels
she’s in love with a woman and I’m in love with her
did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?
disappear in the night after confrontation
no clues left behind except this story
about her dreams and the mystery of the white hair