Demi

Your star is coming home, wails of a police light, in gardens, you lie prone, whisper your love, on throwaway nights, your ravaged face a moon, saints expose their bones, a song gets you high, makes you drink alone, railings bright with doves, a learned moan to cry, you pray to those above, fresh linen eau de cologne, always makes them sigh, for those already gone, you see every move, millions live and die, some of them no good, luminous as a frozen stone, that star in the sky, let the ghosts pass on, ever wondered why ?