The burns of our beginnings
are gone in lights like these
Orange white they try to kill the night
get turned on for the streets
We could lay and give into them
or pray for a small breeze
The city plan is already made up crossed
off with names of trees
That doesn`t justify your wake
The fences have been covered
a coating that is clear
I`ve walked around
and thought about back yards
There`s nothing like that here
It`s underneath the sidewalks
and buried in your ear
How could I have set off all these alarms
and never have been near
I don`t care where you go
That doesn`t justify your wake
The plow the water turned
We`ll finish out of place
We sought out the connection
the height of where we are
The building tops look down
and make us hot they don`t seem very far
And all across the sidewalk
try not to look too hard
The broken glass cannot control
itself it makes fun of the stars
I don`t care where you go
That doesn`t justify your wake
The plow the water turned
We`ll finish out of place