through my window i knows about the wind when it blows about the lights from the road and their every nightly glow guessin oh, how they'd explode if she should decide to show up among this empty-handedness endless... take my feet to the bar where i know you at not are take my coins place them there make that sound i love to hear cause i have been long against this night i've been a mess my whole life i don't care what happens next endless, still the dawn fills with needs and my tongue fills with fleas and your ghost fills my sight and the gathering light: is laying soft around your feet, as you turn to ask of me, "is it long, my love, until we rest?" "endless."