Once we flew down the stairs every week
Drowned like birds to happy love
Roses in our teeth made our rounds
In mason basement clubs
And some nights I went out on my bike
Just so I could fall asleep
I go out to haunt the night To drain all the sunlight
There's a shell on 202 that turned pink in spring and bright in fall
Where no one kept a white light bulb and no one slept at all
And I eyes over the highway I spent a learning year
And the world expanded in through the
windows and the X1 brought me here
The deafening live show patched with thread
But may God bless the evening thing that last
A thin rope of rainbow
hangs in a pale golden sky
Shattered windows and new buildings where the street rains amplified
And all day taking 495 to the winter's bitter shore
To find the words I buried here before
To find the words I buried here before