You have Champagne flowing through your veins
The bubbles stick to you
Because you're stickier than most
It seems I'm stuck too

This is an elegy
We are expired, hanging on
Appearing not to lose ourselves in December
And keeping time with rushes of oxygen
And scraping of elevators

This is an effigy
A mockery of honesty and the passage of time
A painting passing for a window
Passing for real life
In stolen midnights

Yes, we are but souls
Specks of infinity in a galaxy of eternity
Hardly noticed in the passage of forgetting
We do not liken ourselves
To statues, nor to creation
But to bombs
Shattering midnight's glass

Riding on canals of morning dew
I feel you slipping away
And I know the stars are to blame