Do you feel alone in here?
The jet-black night screens fill
A room with crammed-up fake
It's a pain too much to take
But exactly what you want to hear
Do you know these broken dreams?
A fictional shade into the deep wind
That crawls across Persian walls
Financially it's the clock that falls
And not the man it redeems
Do you get the story told?
The loss that has so many faces
Cries, for it's a scrubby fawn
That feeds it off the dawn
And restrains a tranquillest hold
