sun through the curtains   i gave you a sign   the birds all were quiet   you were so quiet   some hear a call   some are the messengers   i thumb through the pictures   and know them all      they said, 'do you remember where you saw her last?'   i said, 'her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon'      i have too many stories   keeping it serious   some are collectors   keeping it straight   it was a hospital   i was delirious   i clung to the stretcher   i drew them a heart      they said, 'do you remember where you saw her last?'   i said, 'her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon'      two gondolas to carry us   grand via was hilarious   st. paul was there to marry us   we lied, 'we're already married!'      cos, here's proof, we have suntans   and i spoke up with my new hands   listen to my car   what's it telling us?   start... please start... please start      they said, 'do you remember where you saw her last?'   i said, 'her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon'      is it spring where you are?   i waited all winter   chasing the lampcords back to the wall   it's a plausible scenario:   i clung to the stretcher   i drew them a heart      they said, 'do you remember where you saw her last?'   i said, 'her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon'