November moon
Camellias outside my bedroom
Hysteria lying in hot sheets beside me
I don't doubt the morning will kill us dead
And I'm smoking, I don't even like cigarettes
I burn with the lit tip, a deep red
The crushed wave will roll back and try again
I'm sorry I let you down
Dusk come, the scars aligned on our necks
Our cheeks collide with the embrace
My lip bit to pieces with your name
I'm sorry I let you down
So the heron stirs, awake to the madness of this world
To flight with the great wing of the universe
We're a mass of fumbling time
Though I never, no I never did break through to find you
I know at least I tried to
Perhaps that's enough for now
I'm sorry I let you down
