it has only been minutes
and the hour hand in my head is spinning away
i can feel the car driving down the road
and i can hear the conversation
drifting and fighting with the music
my poor heart is baptized and drenched in wine
and her dress catches the wind
like a bird on a wire
you don't even need to open your mouth
i know exactly what you think
and it's worse than i can ever imagine
i am all alone and waiting while the night grows cold