You Will Never Know

How I Let You Slip Through My...

Maybe It Will Come To Blows

There's Nothing To Understand.



All The Time You Drift Along

Too High, Too Afraid To Come Down

Shadow Riding, You Fall

The Elongated Light Makes You Topple Down



The Transistor Radio

A Makeshift Bookshelf

A Photograph Of A Girl Buried In Sand

Up To The Neck, Wearing Sunglasses,

Smiling

You Whisk Yourself Away In A Cab Down Broadway



The Cab Went Round A Corner

Each Step From The Kerb

Unmeasurable By A Sextant

The Face Of A Constellation

Connecting The Dots With Lines

To Make Your Memory



All The Time You Drift Along

Too High, Too Afraid To Come Down

Shadow Riding, You Fall

The Elongated Light Makes You Topple Down