The Violet Hour

terraces that climb like vines

towards the moon

the five a sides

the evening inter-city lights

I see your face each time I close my eyes

Jude I told you yesterday that I know nothing

all my friends are loaded & they smile

picking up the pieces from a bleary night away

exhaust fumes, magnolias & light

Helen in the art-class light

yes I guess that if I stay, I’ll stay all night

& I know that you’re not afraid

but every time I close my eyes I see your face

walking down to Springfield Park uneasy in the haze

uneasy in the sunlight & the quiet

living life without love in your mother’s waiting room

minute here by minute it’s like dying

terraces that climb like vines

towards a moon that hangs above another night

& streets so filled with echoing

you’re so tired that you believe in everything

so that summer came & went & I became cold

yeah I became cold

yeah I became cold

so that summer came & went & I became cold

yeah I became cold

ah I became cold