Nightwater | All the Dead Do is Dream

I Ordered A Beer That Never Came

At Some Last Call Spot

Above A Forest With A House That's On Fire

Through A Gauntlet Of Moonlit Junk

They Are Going To Move The Stars So That They Spell Out The Truth About Us

Painting A Concrete Slab To Look Like A Flock Of Ducks

Something Happened That Seemed To Point At Me Like An Arrow

A Joke Which Seems To Make Everyone Sad

Into The Dark I Throw His Pint Of Beer, His Car Keys, His Glasses

But The Ground Had Gone From Beneath Me And I Was About To Begin A Long Fall