Staring at the nail in the wall where your picture used to hang trying to remember if the door bell really ever even rang there's the first few rays of light sniping like insect bites
Keep it quiet keep a steady hand on the tiller till it cracks try to find a way to sit it out and please relax we lost the last shroud of the night how do we stay out of sight
Listen to the drumming of the rain as the city starts the day all the running feet of a thunder slowly rolling our way there's a train full of dreams taken to extremes choking all the screams