I'm sorry if I woke the ghost inside your head
When things are decaying, they're better off dead
I wish I could retract the thing that I said
  But now I've gone and kicked it over...

In upstate New York, on the edge of the Hudson
In a little shit town that the big river floods in
Is where we begin this tale of a blood sin

  Land ho!  But we'll never make it
  A stone's throw but it's too far to swim
  The water rose too fast to escape it
  But I'm not giving up; I will not give in

He had a [golden] voice like a young Mel Torme
She had a face [and body] like Fifi D'Orsay
They were both unaware of what was in store the day 
  They sat down and smoothed it over

After weeks of sharing minimal dialogue only,
They decided being wrong is better than being lonely
So they rented a boat, and launched in Tivoli

  Land ho!  But we'll never make it
  We can't outrow all the ships comin' in
  The water rose too fast to escape it
  But I'm not giving up; I will not give in

[insert some stuff]

bridge:
 i'd rather have year-old brie // than any K-R-A-F-T
 i'll take the silt of french-made wines // over anything from Napa vines

[insert more stuff]

[remember that 'Snitch' song?  find it, and take from it.  UPDATE: it's a PDF somewhere]

...so cool...
...in the sand...