coming home is the town in smoke
dismal fog and coaldust

coming home is a never-ending winter
maddening circled night

coming home is empty streets
you don’t see faces

coming home is always being a guest
they’ve been waited for the past

coming home is lazy embraces
you don’t wanna touch him, you sleep alone

coming home is a vine for dinner
that you drink it in the morning

coming home is the town in smoke
the ghost of the town
has swallowed you