Jets Overhead It's A Funny Thing
It's a funny thing
when you lose your faith
in a grand design.
Like a flickering
on a back-lit screen
shadowed thoughts arrive.
Starlight in the dead of night
takes a tower down
sure sign that the plan devised
came from nothing known.
These nights
fall through the glass
Her eyes make amends.(?)
Trees lean
over empty streets
as the power goes.
No sign of a pearl inside
deals a crushin blow.
You realize
that the sunny side
made the shadows cold.
Petals fall
waitin for the rise
of another sky.
These nights
fall through the glass.
Her eyes make amends. (?)
I said I won't look back
I said I won't look back
Starlight in the dead of night
Starlight in the dead of night
Eyes wide in the dead of night
Starlight
These nights
fall through the glass.
Her eyes make amends. (?)
I said I won't look back
These eyes too will pass
