ahead of the breeze
little faces, thought i'd recognized
pressure absent
postmodern eyes
there was something going on that night
come from my hand
come into the light

watch the way hangs 
become something else
i wanted it to stay
light so far away

a silhouette
i've learned to expect
waiting for me
to undress
(never more than a glance)

surrender the idea
of the ideal
night ends
become a person again

we live here
on in your head
you're over the moon
i'm over you