Starlight and satin:
(Could it be her grip on reality?)
Attention always loosens her fingers
There's music, morning chorus
Can it really be dawn for this?
(She says how can it be time?)
But the clock's not as fast as she is
Rooftops. The road shines with spilt uncertainty
Whispering she is untouchable
Sweetness, it's the night(cap) speaking
Too damn right
Slurring your own edges.
Dancing (by herself)
People will only take so much
Scantily clad contempt
The beckoning friends are themselves beckoned
She turns and she's alone.
(Like she wanted)
Do you know you're afraid?
Not even nearly enough