Incandescent Fall

There's an order full of order where I stand

And some poet's got each verse at his command

And you know I don't want you to understand why I can't hear your voice

You know I don't want you to understand all this noise

And our parents never learned to steal the ball

We never learned to soften any fall

And I loved you more than anyone at all in this hall where I look

We're always all alone here after all in some long heavy book

And I don't know where the sunshine is at all in these hands that I shook

It must be somewhere in some incandescent fall, all the winter bits of summer that we took