In endless fields
We ply our trades
and speak increasingly in shades
of grey

Because we loved
and changed our minds
presumably we looked behind
no way

Checked through security,
my heartstrings made of lead
Twelve steps away,
not interested

Long time no see
but, honestly,
we've been unceasingly content, I fear
content to sneer
at the end of the year
tendency

Accept no less
than tenderness
No substitutions, no regrets,
no fear

Went through the embassy,
my passport torn to shreds
Immunity,
department heads

And in thirty days
they'll let you go
and I'll be unreasonably slow to feel
alone and real
now I've brokered the deal
in endless fields ...