clammy night not so bad when i try to think of reading your mind

walk the streets to see you come and go, whoever you were

you didn't turn around but i caught a glimpse of your head

walking past my fence. the reason wants to be found out

these days. even sitting in here i have to put my spoon down

when i catch the fading light playing on your hair like a memory

out -- of -- place. try to order it but give up too soon.