I've been having wicked thoughts

Terribly wicked, selfish and cruel,

Imagining I stood high on a ledge

And fell just out of the reach of you;

Just then, we are together alone

As I fall, you look up—

Looking for all the world like for once

It was you, not me, who had been struck.



Should I love you more than I do?

Or pray to love you less?

Or learn to live with the little you give

Believing it all for the best?

Will I ever see your heart

Open wide and your eyes shut—

Looking for all the world like for once

It was you, not me, who had been struck.



The trees are angry, toss in the wind

Devour small planes going by,

Dropping wreckage, bags and gloves

Down around us where we lie;

I hear your uneasy breath

As you stir but don't wake up,

Looking for all the world like for once

It was you, not me, who had been struck