i came to your party dressed as a shadow

I came to your party dressed as a shadow and you never knew, you never knew

I rolled through the halls like a velvet wave, as quiet as an empty stage

I blackened your eyes and stole the light from your glass

But in the cold calm of the morning, lay like a death-kite on your lawn

I came to your party dressed as a shadow, without invitation, without a motive

I parked three streets from the moonlight - the soft walk to your house on a silver string

You were dancing in the backyard to a biscuit-tin beat

I slunk between the notes, posting them off to the night

This is symptomatic of you and me : I have jars full of your breath

I have shelves of your words but you have nothing of me but a space where I would be