christina's world
striking a match alive
closing the gaps inside
she breaks a holy silence
she thinks that it's physical
or maybe electrical
magic got nothing on science
she has seen both of us
compact and dangerous
each drop in the bucket endured
she's always near to us
uncommonly dear to us
the line of affection are blurred
cristina has clear eyes
and with her clear eyes
she sees vacant hands denied
the weak and weary wine
cristina's gotta clean up
pull a rabbit from a rusty cup
she has magic enough
for both sides
she brushed her hand away
on the side of his face
thinking tomorrow was today
but he's just a roustabout
boy's feet ain't on the ground
eclipsing her joy and sorrow
she leans into him just a bit
a cheekbone, a pale eyelid
the girl is a manhatten stunner
she thinks a few bones just might
floating on the river at night
completing a fabulous summer
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