Undone

She is begging, for her pardon
 she's guessing that it's
 all part of the game
 she is thinking, of words to part on
 little does she know
 she's begging for her name
 it's the house on the corner
 with the shutters painted red
 they might strip this cycle clean
 but keep circling instead
 She is smashing the light out
 succumbing to the lesions of desire
 circle the wagons, pass the guns out
 fetch your horses men
 this gun's for hire
 (she's gonna fire)
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 an eye for an eye, these samurais-
 each at the ready
 neither to be the first to flinch-
 steady – steady
 he is leaving, the door open
 she is calling out his name
 just like a man, he revs the engine
 she wonders why
 he always leaves the same way
 (and if he ever came)
 Chorus