It's late
So late our part of the world has turned it's back on the sun
Somewhere are the crickets, filling gently the air with shaken legs

Up here
A speechless pause towards the scope of a cityscape
As everyone... are they awake?

Share with me
A sky of dotted celestial potential
And fingers of yours between fingers of mine
As busy old home winds down its business

Share with me
What curiosities and stories you can tell
What you really like about what you really like
And what we should do tomorrow