tonight the sounds are from the ceiling they turned up to be a floor strained on muffled conversations the eyes hesitate for more laying low but not escaping find by contrast what is free hear reminders in the spacing the time when it is hard to breathe the sun on the street looks good to me burning and gold for a while it s hard to see where we come from let s go to the sea take memory buried in sand til the tide comes in and drowns it no one s pulling up the floorboards to find out how we can stand stop throwing salt outside the windows looking hard to see it land the sun on the street looks good to me burning and yellow for a while it s hard to see where we come from let s go to the sea take memory buried in sand til the tide comes in and drowns it no one knows what anybody knows no one knows what they re thinking about spend our time guessing spend it all spend our time guessing spend it all when it s over why can t it be gone 