No one has a clue
What glances can do.
They’ve put us in a pocket and
I fell in love with you.

It was sent before the heavenly arrow
That giggling Cupid shot.
He had us in his pocket
Studying our shy advances.
Within each glance
He begins to wonder
Why his passion points
Fail to put us under.

No one has a clue
What glances can do.
They’ve put us in a pocket and
I fell in love with you.

It led up to October- The majesty of months
Persephone returns to Hades
A death defying love.

The reddest of pure passion
The wisest of all yellow
The spirit of young orange

Ignites our autumnal love.

No one has a clue
What glances can do.
They’ve put us in a pocket and
I fell in love with you.

It brought forth the night sky we
Curiously backstroke in the twilight.
In its frozen happiness
Explodes a rebirth of life
Parallel to Greek mythology
When the earth fell for the sky
We became you and I.

No one has a clue
What glances can do.
They’ve put us in a pocket and
I fell in love with you.

It gave way to a new inquiry as to
Why cupid was so weak?
You can’t shoot someone twice
When they’ve been shot in a past life.