A photograph
Of a city's streets lit up so bright
That it subdues
All one would a**ociate with night
A Berlitz course
It chatters breathlessly with you
You're splayed on the floor
Among maps marked off with shaking hands
But I can't plan that far in advance
No one will acknowledge that
Amber vials
They flank each windowsill and shelf
The contents expire
And are replaced with something else
Results return
And days, once undefined, contract
So close the guides
Let's just try and keep this candle lit
'Cause I can't plan that far in advance
No one will acknowledge that
I'm constantly held back
By the impression that nothing is mine
But overlapping dreams
I generate to pa** the time
Between catastrophes
I can't plan that far in advance
No one will acknowledge that