shine a light so I can make out your direction
I don't want to scream, "where are you now?"
if it gets burned, who will take our things
will we litter all the boxes
along unpronounceable names
sold by the old ways, we'll be on our own
making plans for when we get home
these are just excuses now
good words among the mines
divided by degrees
in the end it turns
so who will take us in
one by one all the houses
down the page name by name
it doesn't matter how it ends
or when it began
it's all right here
so call off the guns
in these violent days
won't you, my dear