Anabret The Coming Night
Down on the road following a lifeline We gather round for the coming night He turns his head to watch the starlight Fingerless hands reaching from his eyes He won’t reach me on this side Fly down the line Fly down the line His brightest aims hover outside His memory a heavy weight I cannot breach the empty silence So he looks at me with a helpless smile He won’t reach me on this side Fly down the line Fly down the line The walls surrounding us are tightening Like the plastic shell that’s covering his mouth A chance to be right Once more before the light dies down Once more before he dies Words can’t replace a lifetime Fear has replaced the burning anger Reflecting in the whites of his eyes We feel his presence slowly dimming We gather round for the coming night The coming night He won’t reach me on this side Fly down the line Fly down the line Fly down the line Fly down the line
