Once One-Warm Ghost

Once One - Warm Ghost I left tonight like smoke through a north-faced window into the street below unable to shake the rub of the noises that keep me up I’m leaving before the sun can choose to wake me up three stars in the sky are not enough my eyes have sought and trapped the drift in the trees I pass and memory fades so fast unable to shake the rub of the noises that keep me up I’m leaving before the sun can choose to wake me up three stars in the sky are not enough I am a dream ~ I am a dream ~ I am a dream I can’t get home ~ can’t get back home ~ can’t get home the night is systemic a slow dance is the motor of time and time is of memory I am a memory myself the mind is systemic a vaudeville stage in the radiant sky time is a motor I am a motor as well the night is systemic when you’re a somnambulist and time is of memory I am a memory myself