I've always wondered why it is

that you think of me while in the shower.

I'm not a Pisces…neither are you.

Does water remind you of

pouring rain on an ageless Paris night?

Or was I alone walking barefoot

under the bare sodium light?

Our memories seem to mingle

Criss-cross and softly linger

Even though I'm not a Pisces

and neither are you.


Audio Version
(As it sounds in my head)