Lizaveta, we stood together in the pissing rain.
Your flesh was showing through your shirt.
You said “Lover, let’s run for cover!”
I said “Lover, wait. Stay here and I’ll give up all I’m worth…”
It’s good… we desire disorder.
With this design we’re all born our own destroyer
In that evil hour, without defense, be sensitive
You were born to live.
Attraction lures the sot to drink, to all his troubles drown
But when his legs give way, he falls and attraction keeps him down
In that evil hour, without defense, be sensitive
We were born to live.
- The Constantines, “Lizaveta” from Tournament of Hearts, 2005
