the past is past
it has pulled up and then driven away
so why is it still haunting me
i mistook it for yesterday
i had thought it had gone for good
but the past is still burning
and i just keep adding wood

i cannot fit in
i cannot please you
you close your door to me
haven’t got the time
i would like to know

the love that should be so deep
has gone to sleep,
and i am afraid it is no longer there
of course i do in a way,
but most of all i just care

yet it still isn’t complete
so nearly… yet not quite
i need the lights in this street
i need strings for this kite
the day was here for keeps

i start to shake
and i wonder where it is leading
i am full of it,
full of this feeling

i never wanted this
i was always staring
either out of windows or into myself
now it is getting hard to be me

i am looking inwards
and my friend, i see twilight
come in, through the skylight
be warm, by the firelight