words spoken though greased windows (that are not completely honest)

Now that everything is happening the other way
doorsteps are creeping up the towers we enter
like dice thrown at a camera on skis
denoted to keep you wrong at all hours of the night
here we petitioned the grinch to pay the price
like angels castrated in the snow

Unlike dormice equivalents traveling on gas
we did not have our wedding in a church
but instead in a classroom with hidden walls
never to be alone was our intention
but never have I felt more alone than with you
hidden in apricot fields we lost our nuptials
crying again will not hurt the flowers
but the spilt manure might start fire in your storm