The fog emerges and envelopes the city,
if I ask the heavens there's never an answer,
I look within me and I am a dry channel
from this cafe I walk down into hell.
Calling you
as I always do, calling you.
Beneath the rain a dog is dying
you can hear the world restlessly stirring,
it fills with the whole weight of a memory
flying low, almost touching the ground.
Black birds come through dreams
a cigarette burns between my fingers,
the night puts on its hat and
goes out into the street and it's a cat in heat.