Tom Verlaine
Red Leaves
We shuffled our faces
Laughing like fish
Really flip flappin'
We had not a wish
You said, "Look, the ceiling's down,"
You said it five times
With that beautiful frown

Red leaves whirling
Across my lawn

I see you weaving
What dost thou sew?
You look at the floor
You say, "I really don't know"

I asked my darlin'
Why she talks so slow
She said, "It's the mud above
And the stars below."