A Likely Story

You're telling me such likely stories

And I want to believe they're true

You're selling me such sweet little lies

I run but barely move

You say everyone lives in the mountains

So I'm always looking up above

You're filling up these empty places

With your hollow words of love

I forgot to mention all those silences

Between the words and the deeds

I'd retrace my steps in so many places

But I'm cut off at the knees

You snow down after midnight

With a quiet flapping of wings

While I listen to the dark sky falling

And slip on Saturn's rings

And when light shone despite the daggers

And staggered across my room

I believed you own the universe

The sun, the stars, and the moon