Della

What lights up the pain, when the sun rises even, are cars in their lanes, dancing won't atone, nothing comes near, when you don't show, i call out your name, like a dawn novena, but nothing stays the same, the blonde wooden homes, are stacked like wheat, now that you've gone. this lonely game, is no moving feast, it's just morning again, you came here by Freeway, bring back that feeling, sustain that flame, each sea green evening.