And when colours are grey
and the light grows dim...

Embracing the rarity of sleep
like a welcome death...

I write your name
I write your name...

There's a presence,
like physical graffitti...

There are those who think too much
bulbous heads swaying in the breeze...

The sunlight today
as sweet as poison...

Go back from
whence you came...

The last footstep leaves the stairway
outstretcehed hands grasp the firmament...

You want lovers that don't leave
and money to buy the things...

Sitting on my porch
cicadas bring summer night...

The debacle of the 20th century,
and I just another lost seeker...

(The Day Was Dark/[Lost Love Lament])
Black holes bleed tears...