We were just two young queers
He said: your music and my beer
We met in the city and fell in love in the city
While the water rose around us and we kissed and got dizzy

He said I’m as happy
As anyone with a conscience can be

I felt like your song
I felt warm, safe, veiled in Cohen and your naked arms
Under soft blue light, past midnight again
Though come the morning, the song was gone

But I said I’m as happy
As anyone with a conscience can be

He read books in other languages
I could hardly speak my own
He stormed through the thickets, entering
Then recite his favourite poem
I would say well what does that mean to you
And he would take off all his clothes

We were as happy
As anyone with a conscience can be
Two homeless queers
Finding home in each other's bodies