Matt Pond Pa

In complete darkness
i lose balance
i'm getting dressed you're still asleep
think you're a fake
at not being awake
i reach the door your breath has changed
i do not stop
turn all the locks
don't hold your breath you shouldn't wait
the birds and cars
speak up when they reach morning
i know some day
the spring will return again
i'm returning to
a small green room
at 5:15 the sky has changed
from black to blue
still hardly day
these brooklyn stars are small and strange
i'm under roads
they're going home