Vista.2

Last train gone, the platform exhales Rain holds the curb in broken

glass

Your name sits close to my teeth Too near to say,

too late to pass (ahhhh)

Every sign hums like a warning Every step comes back too clear

I hold my breath at the crossing Waiting for the dark to

disappear

Wake me when the lamps come alive

Pull me from the rain and wire

I can feel the whole road rise

Underneath this tired fire

Hold me where the sirens fade

We are still here,

still awake (ohhh)

Storefront glass bends the rain My face breaks twice in the drain

A voice from a shuttered stair

Feels close enough to wear

I count the wires overhead Like ribs above

an empty

bed

I hear

the station bones awake Steel

in the ground, blood

in the brake Say it

once, then say it bare No one is gone

if the

air still cares

(go) Wake me when the lamps come alive Pull me from the

rain and

wire

I can feel the whole road rise

Underneath this tired fire Hold me where the sirens fade

We are still here,

still awake (ohhh)

All at once the lamps return

White rain lifts from the road

I let the static in me burn Till the wires overload We

are still here, still awake

We are still here,

still awake

Last train gone, but I remain

Breathing warm against the rain (ahhhh)