If you lie to me by three courses to try.
If you never felt defined to speak all your mind.
Cause you know we begin in this fortune to sin
and I see that you know the smell my hospital brings.
And I know you before you face all the doors.
But if you could receive in silence you leave
and love never knelt these nineteen paces from me.
And if I’d followed you in an open canoe
and if I’d never liked the shirts with stripes and the news
that I know you before you face all the doors.
