Winged webs of sunshine
Slipping through the gaps of my fingers,
Down to the soles of my shoes –
(It was an accident in stepping on them, honest.)

Just as I never meant for
Your face to
(We can pretend that we didn't
Notice it turning into hers.)

And when her hands entwine with mine,
Her lips embrace my own,
Maybe for a few moments I can forget our lyrics.