Pavlovia

From Tp Fake Book

It was spring in Pavlovia

I was lost, in a maze

Lysol breezes perfumed the air

I'd been searching for days

I found you, in a cul-de-sac

As bewildered as I

We touched noses, and suddenly

My heart learned how to fly

So together we found our way

Shared a pellet, or two

Like an evening in some cafe

Wanting nothing, but you

Autumn's come to Pavlovia

Once again, I'm alone

Finding sorrow by millivolts

Back to neurons and bone

And I think of our moments then

Never knowing your name

Nothing's left in Pavlovia

But the maze, and the game