Darker than black

What do you call true love
is it a wife to pick out your headstone
call your friends
say “he’s gone, and no, not to the shops
he’s gone, gone, gone,
where it’s darker than black.”

We all go where it’s darker than black

Sad, but I am not done yet
a visual stays with me en route to work
modern life it drives us all insane
now I wait in my room till it’s
darker than black
ha ha

the space between your town and mine
there’s two of us but just one line
the wedding on fire the disco the dance
a boat swings in hope on an ocean of chance

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