Oh clerk in black, swinging away with your silent...
the morning grass never stood a chance and it's...

There's a memory
(ooh...

I smoke to keep my calm,
the nicotine and caffeine share...

How many times must stars fall upon you
in the coming tide of ones lost in truth...

Tread smiles on days and carry on.
Let tragic wonder bare it's scorn...

The day falls short on an open valley,
while songbirds sing to a blooming orchard...

Please listen
Cold and barren is this land...

They drain from pretty eyes,
the baggage with the tides...

You'll find me here in restraints,
just as I ought to be...

As I lie here half forgotten
by the ones I used to know...

Goodnight, face.
Goodnight 'til the rain of tomorrow...

The roads are lit with street lamp haze
as traffic lights play coloured games...