Deepline - No Need To Pose

Receipts curling beside the peaches
One black stocking underneath the chair
You pull a silver pin out of your hair
And the whole room changes its opinion
Dishwater clouds the expense of glasses
Someone left the balcony unlocked
Your fingerprint remains across the lag
Where you stop the record with your palm
Your cold carries somebody's fireplace
My missing earring turns up in its sleeve
We stand among the evidence of strangers
With nothing rehearsed enough to leave
At noon the fruit