Catch Your Kisses - Louise Taylor
Hard soles resound the cobblestone
the pulsing of a metronome
tick-a-te
Umbrellas and lips meet
and hurry down the silver liquid streets
Water falls and windshields wipe
the seconds wash down the old drainpipe
Curtains wet the windowpane
blowing in the mid summers rain
Catch your kisses where they fall
Catch your kisses where they fall
In the backseat of a taxicab
as empty as a church pew
A lovers glove, a stocking run
a box of Chinese rice
me thinking of you
Umbrella folded on my lap
the petals falling sharp
and cold as dew
Window down
the soft street sounds
usher in the early morning hues
Catch your kisses where they fall
Catch your kisses where they fall
Your kisses