Public Memory The Maze
You were looking back on time
The canary in the mine
Too late to make amends
There's a gate at the end
See the moon turning round
The worms underground
That shard of restless bliss
All the time you had missed
Skinny hands upon your door
Different eyes than before
What a way to see this end
First light around the bend
See them dressed in flags
Summer days were such a drag
The wonder in reverse
That winter window curse