like candles from clockwork pigeons wrapped in her head
the world was on fire we ran for the fence
small beaded and laced on the borders of sleep
and we ran for the hills
and we searched for the deep
house and cars
lonely nights
waiting far
holding tight
homeless shepherds in the dark.
rambled and wretched shocked out of her mind
the ribbons unraveled and so did her time
of scandalous reckonings to conquer the night
the moon hung around
I was lost in the sight
you may think your alone now but it's just a lie
don't pass on the record, don't watch yourself die
the canvas is waiting, the moon is just gone
for lovers, still hating the light of the dawn.
