You and me

 Some people blame the patriarchy

Some blame the wishing well tree

And you, you blame the anarchy

Of what separates you from me

I loved an image, I loved an age

It was far gone in antiquity

And you, you love the liquidity

Of seasons that to me are strange

I fell asleep on my head

And you fell asleep on the page

And we would rather be dead

But Who am I to say that it's rage?

I kiss the ground that you walk on

But you kiss the cat on the stage

And she walks the cat walk of fashion

Which is a passion of our age

I think that I'm modern

You think that I'm caged

I blame it all on my mother

Who had me when she was middle aged

Maybe your theories are just theories

Maybe we are sand in the waves

Being washed by time's ravages

But it's in our love that we can be saved