belleville 

where the land becomes the shore
i will ask for more 
and this is what they will tell me

take these small comforts 
hear our whispered promises

in the warm rush of the cereal aisle
i will walk in style
and this is what they will tell me 

take these small comforts 
hear our whispered promises

undone
left the light on
a-come on
lift up
go back 
and be that
hard driving one
the last sinner in the sun

you can't 
take that
no more 
haystack
go get it 
stay awake now
through the light
and into the twilight 

and then the story is over
and then it's time to get in bed
and then we turn the lights out
and then we close our eyes

back