on nights when lids won’t shut we might be unlucky to see

the ceiling looks so still it must be swirling secretly

a picture show of all the eyes with tears we did make bleed

the curtains gape wide open scorning all our desperate pleas

next to us a lover sighs while sleeping peacefully

she knows not what was wrought and if she did might think to leave

you see, we’ve lost some ancient fight

and though stealth into sleep we might

no dream could be so gentle as to break our fall tonight

the bins of sins we drag around are why we’ll never fly

we thought we could skate by on the grace of our good design

fling our old suitcases out of windows miles high

the mirror shows us wings wrecked beyond any setting right

it hurts to be far from the place we thought we’d rightly die

and so we drip vain tears onto dull motel bathroom tile

you see, this time the bad guys won

this time the world has come undone

when she wakes will it surprise her that her lover’s cut and run?