i wish the nights were warm again this month
we could stay up all night
occupy the porch on the front
of the house where we might
always forget to replace the bulb in the glass
rectangular vase
the light on the street flickers on throught the trees
and i can see your face
kicked in and dark inside
lit below and burning white
kicked in and left unhooked
folded, found and kept alive
well i've never had one of these before
and it's stronger than i thought
someone put the glass in my hand and
romanced by the shape it was
he said rocket fuel is the key
he called it clear and hard
and it wipes me out
and it warms me up
well i hope so
cause it's bitter cold
i wish the nights were warm again this month
we could stay up all night
occupy the porch on the front
of the house where we might
always forget to replace the bulb in the glass
rectangular vase
the light on the street flickers on throught the trees
and i can see your face
kicked in and dark inside
lit below and burning white
kicked in and left unhooked
folded, found and kept alive
well i've never had one of these before
and it's stronger than i thought
someone put the glass in my hand and
romanced by the shape it was
he said rocket fuel is the key
he called it clear and hard
and it wipes me out
and it warms me up
well i hope so
cause it's bitter cold