I heard those dulcet tones
Ring out in the coming
Gloaming of the evening
You said they sound like home
But I don't know...
I always feel alone
But you won't let me indulge that terrible side
That feels condemned to roam
Like a dog, on the streets of Bucharest
So we continue on
The sun dips west until it's totally gone
You said, "Some nights it seems
Like a dream, that it could
Ever come back again."
You're just a bird in clothes
Your tiny heart beats furiously inside
Your tank-topped brittle bones
As you trace a circle
With no inside