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

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

Sitting on my porch
cicadas bring summer night...

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

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

Go back from
whence you came...

The sunlight today
as sweet as poison...

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

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

I write your name
I write your name...

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

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