April is the Cruelest Month The Airborne Toxic Event

We imagined ourselves
As cathedral bells
Ringing out through the moribund streets
Like shrill courtesans
Making fanciful plans
Whispered while drifting to sleep

And I told you I'd stay
In every possible way
Though we both knew that that wasn't true
You said you'd understand
If it was for something so grand
As this mirrored reflection of you

And New York in October
Was never so sober
As the beatings on the windows in March
Trying so hard in vain
To stay out of the rain
Falling off our cathedral arch

You were Zelda, Isolde
You were Audrey and Kate
You were Miss Cleopatra in heels
And anonymously
You were April to me
Throwing rocks just to see how it feels