A Day Like Any Day

I Cannot Find The Lost Key

Hour Of The Outcast

When The Lights Lower

When The Dissipation Of The Night Is Past

The Glittering Aspect Of A Gorgon Age

Concealing Nothing

You Have Outlasted The Nocturnal Terror

And Brimming With Memory I Have Found

I Think Of All You Did

To The Silver Closet You As A Wild Child Hid

All Day, Knowing Your Dead

Showered Ambition On An Aimless Air

Hours Foreboding Disillusion

Pray Gravity To Move

Asbury Park, New Fucking Jersey.