Three Times Never

When the wind blows black against the trees and the night is as balmy as ever You chase me with sparklers, with showers of embers I'll let you catch me, three times never. When the music is fine in our kitchen ballroom and we spin, dizzy-dance together We collapse in a heap, in the dead puppet's sleep Catch me grinning? Three times never. When the ocean is ripe and brimming with life and our hearts are tied up with good weather I'll ride on your shoulders as the waves roll us over Let you sink me? Three times never. When the look in your eyes leans itself to surprise in a moment of consumate error I will push back my tide and the storm that I hide Will I leave you? Three times never.