A Certain Loss
This filthy window marks my life
With sycophantic stations of the cross
Hangs around the deadline to reflect a certain loss
Out there the big sky’s closing in
Like a heavy, sleepy, kiss-the-girls-goodbye
Like a long and trusted friend dropped in
To spit right in your eye
Light takes an age through fading glass
And if you’re looking in my younger eyes you’ll see
A temporary flash of endless possibilities.
Don’t move light no more.
And when the glass slows down the light
Till it no longer drives the rivers of my eye
A face that you no longer see is lingering nearby
The best intentions never die
They’re carried on the years of speeding light
To a distant star where centuries
Might see them still alive
Don’t move light no more
This filthy window marks my life
With sycophantic stations of the cross
Hangs around the deadline to reflect a certain loss
