what's black and white
and red all over?
a boy at his piano
with the stage lights at his shoulder
handing over his explosives
like the hunt for red october
his bench is warming up
but the world is getting colder
whispers in the night
the exhiliration of a floater
when you dig your fins into the bottom
and get high off what you told her
sifters taking flight
the gambler leaning over
checking inbetween each ivory key
for that unturned four leafed clover
what's black and white
and red, red rover
lock your arm with mine
and send your sadness right over
KISS her on the neck
and forget you ever loathed her
i'm tugging at your cuff links
falling open like a folder
