Like a flat rock skimming still water
You disappear into the night
Soul, smothered, Lazarus?
Or are we always running out of time?
Do our songs never find a melody
Cause I’m always looking for a line?
I miss the smile settling in the corner of your eyes
The last drag before I escape your sight
The subtle devastation in your voice
When you cleared your throat to say goodbye.
Do I always eclipse before sunrise
Because you are my solitary light?
