orange lights in the sleet
and tires twirling on the street
rubbing ice
where the voices of your home
can doze like doldrums in your bones
hugging tight
fixed between the dirt
and the clouds
sleeping through our thirst in
a slanting house
with the ghost in my room
i'll keep on going back to june,
remeeting you
under water, under stars
along the streetlights in the park
and the flashing leaves
glaring at the dark
hand in hand
sitting with you downstairs in a glowing trance
a freezing engine moves in black
to single penny on the track
and here we go...
when there's no break in the routine
its hard to know whats happening
but your heart sets fires
smoldering till night
then watch them burn
they'll dance all around you when it is your turn
and it is your turn
like it is my turn.
