Yesterday, on the sunny side of Orchard Street, not a single person walked alone. Every one was a part of two. Did you see? I watched as the couples strolled, arms and fingers tangled like ivy around a chain link fence. Like Isobel Cambpell's soft breath fluttering around Mark Lanegan's gentle grumble.
Top of the 4th, tied at one.
Do you wanna come walk with me?
Do you wanna come walk with me?
I'm not saying I love you, I won't say I'll be true…