so wake up
& smell the scent on your skin
the night breathes

easily, the subways wind
carries me back, brings me all the way back in


heres a car that we can drive
come on get in
through the night that rolls in every room

youre too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend
lord Ill be coming round so soon


& I see the sad young friend has gone away
with his promises his speeches & his poems
but the fields have drifted in to fill his space

like ghosts
like ghosts


heres a car that we can drive come on get in
through the night that rolls in every room
youre too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend

lord Ill be coming round so soon
lord


& I remember afternoons inside your mothers house
us skipping school & getting high inside
but I cant even think about it anymore I cant fit

my words inside

the afternoons were grey & overwhelming as they fell

to fused lamps & Septembers clarity
the way back home is lost to us forever in the night
& the leaves

the falling leaves

heres a car that we can drive come on get in

through the night that rolls in every room
youre too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend
lord Ill be coming round so soon

lord