A shared cab toghther we grasp the nights end.
black stockings a well fitting suit hours have died torwards a blissful ending sidewalk's paint the
after thought as faces that ghost's haunt other stories later I'll cast thoose stories towards paper.
Rearview glances traces memeories moved along silkend thigh.
In warmth we cast aside a New york streets cold does this city sleep in time when even I seem worn?
Streets past my thoughts still will not erase a sense of no direction but a ending is always clear.
Above the lights apartment view downward we cast care topassion met in bed left as reackless
desire spinning yarns scattred across the floor.
A blizzrd outside seldom matches the fire within.
Time makes us care and the effect never seems to last.
Goobye we set are eye's to a path we never seem to once again cross.
Iin bouban scented clothes tainted from the nights exploits washed clean in regert.
Maybe another night we will exist as starnger only to return to bed's now treated as tomb.
I cant imagine the direction through the door another shall fill the past's role.
Lovers and fools resemble each other all to often.
But what of the stranger who catches a nights tressure from life's rear view.
A empty bar seats turned apon tables to sweep away dust like thoughts ive burried and broken glass.
Love like a match book is often burned up in passions and choices often given little thought.
A cab ride cross town takes such a diffrent view alone.
Maybe faces passed now can be given light.
through a srcambled haze the pen does embrace page.
Another night was the theme it's ending may never be the same.
To understand the edge is only to have crossed it at some point.
words like punches in some drunken brawl never lose there sting.
I spiral in directions and embrace every vacant streets view chasing all lost cause but
never you.
Time has broken the clock set in stone was the nights moment i forever cast in a fools time.
The end till next time
