The Airborne Toxic Event April Is The Cruelest Month Lyrics

We imagined ourselves

As cathedral bells

Ringing out through the moribund streets

Like shrill courtesans

Making fanciful plans

That we whispered while drifting to sleep

And I told you I’d stay

In every possible way

Though we both knew that that wasn’t true

You said “You would understand

If it was for something so grand

As this mirrored reflection of you”

And New York in October

Was never so sober

As the beatings on the windows in March

Trying so hard in vain

To stay out of the rain

Falling off our cathedral arch

You were Zelda, Isolde,

You were Audrey and Kate

You were Miss Cleopatra in heels

And then anonymously

You were April to me

Throwing rocks just to see how it feels

With those lines in your eyes

And that platinum crown

And that gaudy red rouge on your cheeks

You must’ve look so divine

To some neophyte trying

But you look like a common whore to me

And I liked you the best

When your a plain simple mess

Drinking wine from a big plastic cup

While the radio played

Some soft serenade

And we noticed the sun coming up

And the blue in your eyes

Looked like ice when you cried

You were always so cold when we touched

Happy birthday to you

I sure hope it’s untrue

Even though I don’t miss you that much