where can i feel there is
no fall like night?
like last night was the last night of summer,
and now there will be nothing...
we will look for beauty in the death of the trees,
in our withering old, in a troubled future soon to
be reborn....
our streets [bad word] red with the leaves who don't
want to go
i don't want to grow
old in this skin
i feel like i sin when i watch television.
now that our season of greatness has ended and
life is out of season
the [bad word] treason
i would love to fall in love right now but i don't
know if my conscious would allow...
brian wilson knew when he asked for an endless
summer without leaves falling to the ground from
planes in a blue sky. all our leaves fall from
planes.
we burn all our leaves in an ocean of wind and
extinguishing
we will leave nothing behind but why did they
have to?
we can always regrow the old wood.
no.....
i don't feel i know my own face anymore i don't
think i can [bad word] my own face.
how will i look at myself in the mirror with a face
like this? i don't know...
i will try to love you,
even as i try to leave my skin behind.

Hugh:

i didn't know what was allowed standing in my
arms around you
i didn't know what was allowed standing with my
arms around you
sleeping in this late city
walking under sun is setting
walking in uncertain city
dancing on the roofs are burning
slipping into wet city
sleeping under trees are falling
breaking into locked city
stealing the last day of spring
tripping on uncertainties
don't know if we should be kissing
mosquito bites and sweat dripping
dancing cause my heart is standing still
walking down this street dissembling arm in arm
this holy heart holding hand in hand is all i'm asking
holding on your shoulder holding onto oh i know
we're unnerved if we do and unnerved if we don't
fumbling with broken tongues
arm in arm
who cares whether we do or don't we go
with constant love and fierce trembling oh i know
snake bite and angel wings that
you and i are so