Beautiful day
Past in the window, she lies
Sprawled on the bed
There is no outside
I reach for her red
Head and she shrinks from my touch
Nobody gets
The room is alive
I know: walls glare, flare and materialize, burnt with a strange sign
How could she know it's the lights is all?
I know: Dad's mad, Mom's sorry; peeling the walls, sharpening claws, it's
For our own good can't let the lights alone
I could take you to play
Down to the park on Astor
You could run it away
If the gates allowed
And why should I stay?
Rhuby'll ask me, wish I'd
Something better to say
We've got food is all
I know: walls glare, flare and materialize, burnt with a strange sign
How could she know it's the lights is all?
I know: Dad's mad, Mom's sorry; peeling the walls, sharpening claws, it's
For our own good can't let the lights alone