life is long
pulling right from wrong
legs like a rock
yet you're blown by the wind
when you walk
night time falls
so you walk on home
burning moon singing:
breathe it out, breathe it out
breathe it out's what you shout
as you run from the building
on home through the crowd
death is quick
slap of pigeon's wings
out of an alleyway
and into the light
on up into the light
like lightning
