the highs are high
the lows are low
you're driven to a fall
because you got nowhere to go
you collect the traces
of a miracle dressed in blue
and it mirrors all the faces
of the one woman you knew
you were governed by circumstance
and your soft-featured opium friend
who took you through this sequence
in a lightless train
in trite words you gave an overview
of your straightforward baby soul
you made an attempt to declare
where you were coming from
but you looked like her cathedral
in the desert sun
so you hunt down the details
when all she had was love
and you're burying your luck
like it's a thankless task.
