the late night theatres are waterfalls
they tell the same jokes every night
locks for the river that runs along broadway
i stand on the street and get hit by the flood
just like my father did, waiting for my mother
i do it now, waiting for you
you exit the theatre once in a blue moon 
yesterday i heard you say i’ll see you tomorrow
but i might have misheard what you said after all

sometimes i think that it’s always been there
growing like a fungus, always by my side
just like a dog, or a strange younger brother
i wonder if one day it will have to die
i keep a fish in a bottle by my bed
i release it in the stream 
under the wooden bridge
i release it in the stream
once it gets too big

the late night theatres are waterfalls
they tell the same jokes every night
locks for the river that runs along broadway
i stand on the street and get hit by the flood
just like my father did, waiting for my mother
i do it now, waiting for you
just like my father did, waiting for my mother
i do it now, waiting for you

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