Late in the Night

The night comes

The inspiration's gone

But I could survive one day more.

I could sell our story in a store.

I could sew our skin, our sore.

The night comes

You're not who I thought

You're away and you're near

I sold my soul, now it's clear

Our unique life was a swift gear

The night comes

And It goes

This noise's been all around

I can hear it away from a mound

It might be the perfect sound

Because the night comes and goes

And it's only a reverie I've been wandering

It's you and I in my bed wondering

If we could be who we were, in this veering.