Alone I sit in quiet room,
the darkness waning thin...

The setting sun,
Slowly moves...

Twinkling lights in a blackened sky.
Stuck in place, never awry...

An old yet glistening steam train,
A rare sight for this day...

They sang to us, those holy daylight ghosts;
and when their lips spake chapped and arid tongues...

You are sitting there,
Thinking of her...

What the hell is wrong with me?
Is it really hard to see...

Aim, shoot, bang, crash,
Scream, fall, broken, smash...