Punch of the Day

I can hear you in my mourning
It was all a ghost of things that you’ve said
Every word saved and calling out
From beds of staggered years compressed in time
The numbered days reside here inside

I believed you in our time together
I held you up and you the same for me
We just pass by and through our time
There’s nothing more to say, nothing to say
Until our time resigns here inside

The words escape еxplode
Bursting to testify that we arе fully alive
They shimmer in our minds, cry out
Carried home by lions in yellow sun
In roses blooming, faces beating red
As madness burned against our love
No, no, no

Ride blind in your town tonight
To lean against some tide
Removing pieces of our love and longing
It feels so good and keeps you moving
Beyond the punch of the day