The rusting clock grinds to a stop.
I remember your shadow fall
Like a sheep below the ha ha wall
Knowing that the wolf will come.
I chose the electricity
Over the safest route,
The arguments rang out
The theoretical bleeding boy on the stairs.
The neon lights
Sparkling faces that knew my name.
I rarely spin the black circles now
The cinefilm burns to dark,
A love of music
Sometimes means that love must fall apart.