they were born beautiful so right away they swore they could get themselves a house someday and read to each other despite all the others that had passed through their back gates they were both radiant and far away living on a diet of romance and faith until history crept in and wouldn t leave them it s a classless kind of fate it holds it s ground in the way that death just makes you wait new fear to edit the cutting room floor where their hopes are cos it s not pretty and if you had to watch a movie of it i m sure you d both be horrified horrified and bored all the hope that gets shafted to bet on the good life with all the granite etched in they may as well have been man and wife all the fits he d throw feeling her anger grow it never gets found lost in used to be s and you re left with so much wasted energy so now to cold satellites that have crashed to earth welcome home