Late Day Peaks

So move indoors, be happy to hide

Avert your gaze as the cinemas die

There is no shame in a smaller world

Become an expert in what you observe

What you observe, what you observe

As the late day peaks come and go

Comes into view on a long-lost road

A single bird sings a sweet old song

A fitting sound for a world so wrong

Deeper beneath ashes and the leaves

A young lonely poet will fall to his knees

A learning curve, or impossible dream

Or just some tired and tattered remains

Tattered remains, tattered remains

As the late day peaks come and go

Comes into view on a long-lost road

A single bird sings a sweet old song

A fitting sound for a world so wrong

In the late day peaks of life

There's a moment that always survives

The ghosts in the rooms of your house

Are the roots and keepers of your love