Consider benediction pruned   Then picture yourself ruined   Before the fall, after the rise   This tingling, shaping, curving spine   Tries to hide, tries to be   Everything's reminding me   Of love and dreams, so I regress   Six thousand times more than the rest      Untouched... and partially unbroken   So hard and so unspoken   And mentally irresistible   She'd only improve with time   (why try?) for a two half-cent warm token   They're the bottom of the bowl, fish   And you'd probably second guess this   But I'm loosing it this time      Sewing needle's rusted out   Just try to move your thumbs and mouth   Feel the water, warm and clear   Just watch the bubbles floating near   These are things I can do without   Impartial truth or lack of doubt   She starts to tear, she starts to cry   One single boston summer night