One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong
I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me.But the room just filled up with mosquitos,they heard that my body was free.Then I took the dust of a long sleepless nightand I put it in your little shoe.And then I confess that I tortured the dressthat you wore for the world to look through.I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit.Then he wrote himself a prescription,and your name was mentioned in it!Then he locked himself in a library shelfwith the details of our honeymoon,and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worseand his practice is all in a ruin.
I heard of a saint who had loved you,so I studied all night in his school.He taught that the duty of loversis to tarnish the golden rule.And just when I was sure that his teachings were purehe drowned himself in the pool.His body is gone but back here on the lawnhis spirit continues to drool.
An Eskimo showed me a moviehe'd recently taken of you:the poor man could hardly stop shivering,his lips and his fingers were blue.I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothesand I guess he just never got warm.But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice,oh please let me come into the storm.