Partner In Crime - The Gentle Waves

It happened in the summer, not so very long ago

It was so warm and humid Elsie would go down to the old wood and pray for the

wind to come

She had a friend who swore you could evoke the angels simply by prayer

She said «There are angels for every desire but you must believe,

you have to believe»

So by the time the sun was buried along with the stale air a plan had formed

very clearly in her mind

She was a lonely girl of around twenty or so, and as she knelt down to pray in

the old wood under the town, her heart would beg and plead

I desire a partner in crime

I’ve grown tired of endless crying

I desire a partner in crime

I’ve grown tired of endless crying

Crying for nothing

And the roses hung their weary heads like people do when they are heavy

And without hope.

The seasons passed January, February under the trees

And there were tulips amongst the firs.

Elsie was twenty-three twenty-four

Twenty-five and the underpass was dark and dense with light at the seams

Where the trees were broken and the branches were reaching out for they

Had witnessed her prayers, and there was promise in the wind, a promise

Of better things

I desire a partner in crime

I’ve grown tired of endless crying

I desire a partner in crime

I’ve grown tired of endless crying

Crying for nothing

The years flowed on and on like the wine that celebrated marriages of friends

and sisters

Elsie began to think that even if her wish materialized she could not sacrifice

a life that was so familiar

Lonely, sad with an almost religious quality

She remembered times spent in the old wood deep in prayer

Aching, begging — thinking her heart might burst.

Her friend had moved away

unannounced

She’d disappeared.

There was no belief.

And longer and longer there was less to

give.

Less love to give

Of course there’d been lovers but nothing close to what she’d hoped for

Before she’d felt electricity swelling in her palms — but not now

Limp and hopeless life continued but it wasn’t really living

All she’d ever dreamed wished and yearned for had been stolen and shot down

And the sky it echoed a warning

And eternity was calling

And the sky it echoed a warning

And eternity was calling

Calling for nothing