The exit door replied squeaky bright
As they pulled it from the inside;
That familiar breeze welcomed
Them once again,
...
One night we made love
It was cold and dull
I slept it off
I felt her leave my blanket arms
...
We are the sons and daughters
Of the dead and the dying
We are the Casanova of religion
...
We are mimes tonight
Not minding if we burn alive
Clothes are useless
...
Arrival And Departure
The exit door replied squeaky bright
As they pulled it from the inside;
That familiar breeze welcomed
Them once again,
Bliss.
The entrance door replied roar
As they pushed it from outside;
That cold foreign air dampens
Every step on the floor,
Melancholic.
Do airports only have two real doors?