Rondeau

run backwards my mind and it's all just a blur
just the same old Saturday evening possessions again
it's been five years long and a matching opinion to match
your electric upsidedowninsideout and I've always maintained
that the girl in your eyes can't be trusted
but my ears fall on deaf words

run backwards my mind and it's more than a blur
just this same slowdance of the kitchen and then
some years late a matching obsession to match my collection
but it's not what it seems and I've always believed
if there were one good thing that came out of this
it'd be you
but my words fall on an empty plain that was never a home

you're all I see