GHOST TOWN

One day we will fall like soldiers
some day we will cry like men
wilted words on oaken shoulders
whisper from a violin

Here we wander around, slowly
killing moments in minutes and hours
we dismantle the ground
her in our dear little town

now we speak in tongues and tangles
cultivate a careless calm
finding form in antique angles
unadorned the doubtful dawn

Here we wander around, slowly
killing moments in minutes and hours
we dismantle the ground
her in our dear little town