Lyrics April is the Cruelest Month - The Airborne Toxic Event

April is the Cruelest Month

We imagined ourselves
As cathedral bells
Ringing out through the moribund streets
Like shrill courtesans
Making fanciful plans
Whispered while drifting to sleep
And I told you I’d stay
In every possible way
Though we both knew that that wasn’t true
You said you’d understand
If it was for something so grand
As this mirrored reflection of you
And New York in October
Was never so sober
As the beatings on the windows in March
Trying so hard in vain
To stay out of the rain
Falling off our cathedral arch
You were Zelda, Isolde
You were Audrey and Kate
You were Miss Cleopatra in heels
And anonymously
You were April to me
Throwing rocks just to see how it feels
But those lines in your eyes
And that platinum crown
And that gaudy red rouge on your cheeks
You must have looked so divine
To some Neophyte tryin'
But you looked like a common whore to me
And I liked you the best
When you were a plain simple mess
Drinking wine from a big plastic cup
While the radio played
Some soft serenade
And we noticed the sun coming up
And the blue in your eyes
Looked like ice when you cried
You were always so cold when we touched
Happy birthday to you
I sure hope it’s untrue
Even though I don’t miss you that much