If What I Hear Is True

let us go, let us go, gentle, let us go tender, and do not ask where, and do not speak with anyone when, let's leave this ridiculous time and leave these ridiculous hearts and let the yellow fog do the dance and imitate the night for us blind turtles lost in fields, october, half asleep, wiggling half awake, if what i hear is true, let"s pass the pinning world, white teeth, no one could guess, where, and when we have a place to kiss, a place to love, let us go, darling, and climb on turtleback like those without legs, like those without eyes, without a place to go let's leave and move slowly, darling, and move gently, and tender, and careful to move like we don"t go anywhere