with me?

The chalk on the sidewalk goes in my nose

Behind your window wind blows; blow.

Dancing to the off-beat drummer in my chest,
actually the drummer doesn't exist
neither does Jiminy Cricket

Morality comes from within,
that is: if it's going to be
coming at all

Fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
into spring (with me?)