Half-Charged Nights

Shared blanket on the iron frame

Half-charged battery, playing a waiting game

Speakerphone crackles with a distant voice

Rewriting the text, leaving no room for choice

Wet clay on the studio floor

Wondering if we could have given more (mmmmm)

Oh, we mold the shapes until they bend

Late summer warmth that has to end

Under the light of the fire escape We watch the wilder shadows

take shape

Now the screen goes dark in the cold

Another draft of a story untold

Spinning the wheel but the shape won't hold

(no, it won't hold)

Oh, we mold the shapes until they bend Late summer warmth that

has to end

Under the light of the fire escape We watch the wilder shadows

take shape

Just wet clay... On the fire escape...