Kill The Lights

It's bright white
Won't you kill the lights
Retrace steps
Moving right then left

Blown the leaves
See the swingset swings
Everyday pulled down like paper shades

Damn the day
How it hurts to leave a trace
Miles conspire to erase
But i still see your face

Majesty, threadbare beauty
Nowhere town
Clotheslines blown down

Oh!
Backways by the trains
The sky spills the last grim light
Shadows roll from my feet
Like bolts of fine black silk

Pale birds
There where the heart was
Come close and they fly