In the stick in for the song
of knowing you're gone
glancing up at where you lived
when you lived here
I see you suddenly alive
and nearly smiling
stop and hold my breath
and watch the way you used to be
the full moon makes
our faces shine
look over-ironed polyester
then disappears
behind the clouds
leaves me under empty rows
of night windows
we could walk to where these streets
get pulled together
blinking lined with gravel
shoulders squared towards an end
where the radio resounds
from doppling traffic
where the power lines steal
S's from the hourly news
depluralize
our casualities
drown the generals out in static
we turn and watch
our city sprawl
send us signals in the glow
of night windows
night windows
night windows
but you're not
coming home again
-Night windows-
and i won't
ever get to say
-Night windows-
remember how, i'm sorry that
i missed the way it could be
remember how, i'm sorry that
i missed the way it could be
night windows
night windows
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