Simple matters always seem. To make things complicated. I think of ways to understand. But it all gets away from me. I sense persuasion of a kind. It wraps itself around me. The changing message of your love. Rarely ever reaches me. Not talking only want action. Once you give in you are through. This is the night of rebellion. There used to be paint on the walls. But you're too young for money. They'd rather paint the whole town red. Than spend it on what they're told. Summer to winter is never the same. If it is then it's time to change. I don't want to rock your sacred boat.