neat trick
cornered me
total of bets coming in zero
mountain range
heads of stone
speaking in skips on the telephone
monoliths of blue
waving hands in front of you
this circus stopped the tears
room, window, five hundred a year
punch takes a dive
takes another look at his life
colours fade and turn
graceful smiles return
power plays, manic laughs
whispered love, broken hearts
purple sky, light at 8
look to the sky, place that bet
you can walk through rooms
away from the others
you can pick and choose
your minutes, your hours
punch reels away
never could find the words to say