Now that i know what i'd hoped had to Be in mind was true and refused (and just In time), do you wonder why? it seems I let up with the dents of a near-collision. I couldn't call, and wrecked and turned Up missing. But, until then, i'm cutting to The end: It's cold in the light (The one we never seemed To find). I opened the door instead, but, you knew The lock (and the way i was looking) And still not a thing was said. i guess I can show that i thought i'd never Have you long. it's a wall that you feel, But you're already slipping and away you Slide. can you take the ride? what Did it mean when we stood with our building, Slanted: high, and we spoke of harder Times? I pulled the rafters down, but the ghosts Were only dropping And since that night...