Mother Superior. Give me a sign. Hang out your clothes on my washing line. Step out the shower. To the record machine. Looking like something in a teenage dream.
Screaming in the basement. Now I'm staring at the moon. On the first day of the year. Feeling antisocial on a monday afternoon. Get on the train and disappear.
Outside see the main street. People crying. I'm not allowed to walk home after dark. Mama screams as dad jumps out the window. I'm just another wasted soul here in the dark.
Faces in a dream we are. Bodies found in a stolen car. Whispers from behind the wall. A picture in a crystal ball. . As the incense slowly burns. Cold and still as daylight turns.