Starlight and satin:

Something's burning

(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