Lights hung over the hill
Before the night was done
Leave it or drink your fill
You know what's waiting
Under the hanging sun
The click in the clockwork gun
Set down on the inner isle
The foot on the ground that falls
The cackle in the silent call
The shudder in the baying trees
Too easy to gather close
We keep company with our ghosts
This time
Leave it in the autumn lull
This time
Leave it in the darkened halls
This time
Leave it in the falling rain
This time
Leave it in the whir of the city
And you need it
From the mouth of the mirror stare
And you need it
The dust in the glare