Picture me a magazine
Empty in the night
No, there is not much redeeming
About this dawn’s breaking light.
Curtains, I could have it on my own
The window, the view,
The second story fall.
Kristen by the look
Hummed on all the tracks.
She said a diamond wouldn’t hurt,
And that I should roll it back.
Curtains on the quiet sight
Where is the… height?