woke
you woke me up
and knocked the dream right out of me
climbing through the cathedral window
now back under spires and in street stratum
i keep looking up
to keep the city from killing me
holding on to green-blue vestige
now still under roads and dust's pale passion
other things said
and when i've run out of coffee i'll grind some more
it's lifetime creep and all that mattersso, someone is watching? i mean, i’ll dance anyway i have no choice
like holding a note on a british road