And maybe one of those was the shade of pale green you've been searching
for all of your life
Did the light flare of into a million rays
Lighting up the sky in the cult glow of forth of July holidays
Or did it's weak aura wither and die
Leaving the skeleton pole
A statement to some, thought it's importance lost in the ages
All you can do is light a cigarette
Substituting it's glow
In the nervous darkness left behind
Christmas tree bulb charred
Somewhere music plays
When did it begin, when will it end
Or was it playing just for you
Do you cough to break the silence
I bite my lip to feel the sensation of flesh between my teeth
What is your excuse
Answer a question with a question
Finish a lie with the truth
If there weren't so many damn clouds
I could see the stars
July 1998