The poems strewnAcross the floorTheyâre out of tuneWith every chordAnd one reads âlay downInside this open heartâAnd whereâs this heart of which it speaks?It must be soaring skies revealedFor itâs been fooled for the last timeOr so it would seemAnd I can’t lay downInside this open heartWith these crazed eyesOf aftermathTell me what happens when the planets align?Will torrid skies collapse our hearts?Will jealous moons come crashing downInto the ocean floor?For itâs been fooled for the last timeOr so it would seemAnd itâs been fooled for the last timeOr so it would seem