Tigers

(album: Traffic From Paradise - 1993)

The tigers come at four
Shaped like the curtains and the floor
Like the stars, they once were wild and cold
Your turn to see me
I can't believe it's really you
Sharpening your teeth on my low womb

Playing with tigers
Tracing the lampshade with my toes
Playing with tigers till I find out where it goes

You check your coat
You come and lay with me a while
In the theater of dreams we are sleeping in the aisle
Wind climbs up the brick
Carrying brightly colored ghosts
And they play on you with the light from the street below

Playing with tigers
Tracing the lamp with my toes
Playing with tigers till I find out where it goes
Where it goes
Where it goes

Playing with tigers
Painting the tigers
I tried to leave you but you sent all the cars to bring me back
Tigers falling like paper on our parade

The tiger, tigers
And the mail blowing out of the mailbox down the street
Playing with tigers, sleeping on tigers
Tiger
Tiger

(And here we go)
Climbing up the brick to your window
Using the sharp end of what you said
Yeah, yeah
There I go falling like paper alcoves
I can't tell you anymore than this

Tomorrow, when the trains come
I'll tell you more tomorrow, when the trains come
I'll leave it with you till the day