Nighttime deception; losing both battles.
Both eyes will go blind.
Silent slice of Dreamlike despair.
Cobwebs on Sleep Str.
Blind tow-away zone.
Silent. Dreamlike.

What a view you have; from up here
the problems you face must be far from usual.
If you had to kill, would it be
for your friends or for yourself?
We hold a legacy of failure in our hands.
Shaking first thing in the morning.
If you had to die, would it be
for your friends or for yourself?

Driving on, slow. Hearts go by.
Saturday Night far-away Life.
Lost a friend. Slow tear inside out.
Neon signs on Hollywood Rd.
Slow.
No bright lights in sight.
This will be forgotten.

Rain stopped:
self-fulfilling tears, heartache;
laid the ghosts to rest.
Sidestepped;
closed the radio;
collapsed.
Fill this road with one cause.
Breathe, to feel alive.
Broader view, lighter nights.
Mornings that arrive.

Once mistaken, lifetime load left on the shoulders.
Abide by those false façades; veils for the dreadful.
Giving away the getaway. The driver has been shot.
Try it out: "it ends right here".
You're awaken. One more time daylight approaches.
You're aching. The driving force will leave you shaking.
Giving away the getaway.
The driver has been shot.
The tires have been shot.

Night, breathe still.
Tired, still breathe.
Lights recede through sweetness.
Here inside anew,
unbroken for a while,
delaying more heart stops.
Here inside anew
I while away the night
before first light.
A drive out of town.
A long taxi ride.
Ghosts of mornings.
Clear-view journeys.
Far-away towns.
Bright lights at night.