St. Marks

It’s past check out at the St Mark’s
and I don’t want to leave the room
After bathing in the street lamps
filtered by blinds, smoke and you
A scent that can’t be store bought,
sweet sweat from lovers' pores, how it pours
If I stand still a minute, can I pretend it’s one day more?
When all that’s melted here between us, once was mine and now is yours
CH:
I want to walk through Strawberry Fields with you forever
I can Imagine all the candles on the flowers
If Love and Peace were so easily reached
The world would roll the way that we do — for hours and hours
I know both of us are hungry
but we don’t want for food to eat
Just a none too subtle pretext
for another chance to meet
I hold the door wide open
and pray you’ll come inside
My open heart on my sleeve, I have found no desire left to hide
With my ticket to this dance I’m going to take my chance with you on this ride
(CH)