On a King Street Christmas Nightscape, an after midnight lightscape
You leaned back and I caught you falling in love
Whistling the gladdest of glad scores, while calloused fingerpads four
do rattle black blackened metal picket fences
And we’ll never tiptoe on this cobblestone the same way again
Take me to a place where we are sweetgrass basket metro-noming, All our fingers wed as one
Verdant-pastured we are forever-aftering, Nothing but nectar-whispers on my tongue for you
And we’ll never tiptoe on this cobblestone the same way again
Cuz you believe in the stars as I do your hazel eyes
Cuz you believe my star-stories are so much more than playful lies
Sweetest friend do you ever stop to wonder
Does the moon wane from the right
As my heart waxeth for you?
I’m gonna tell you that I love you, like I forgot I already told you
Every day and again and again
You might tell me that you love me too, like you forgot you already told me, you
Every day and again and again
And we’ll never tiptoe on this cobblestone the same way again
And we’ll never totter on these cracking sidewalk curbs the same way again
And we’ll never peer down these French Quarter alleys the same way again
All because of a King Street Christmas nightscape
on an after midnight lightscape
when you leaned back and I caught you
catching me catching you falling in love