the air is bruised with ghostly fumes of condensed smoke

but in my interpretation the world's not moved she sleeps tonight

the harvest breeze will refrain her lullaby

i walk solo tonight

witnessing this moving painting

still i'm the only soul moving

the only distracted child

still i'd rather be the one last sleeping

the one to hear her sigh the trash cans are still on the curb

enlisted soldiers awaiting departure still no lights reflect dawns intellect

she speaks with silence

i've understood every word

are you with me tonight witnessing this moving painting?