I can see the curtain 

The ending 

Knew it was on its way 

I just didn't want it to be today... 

Watching the cityscape 

Drift from day to dusk to dark 

Blurrily indistinct the sooty cape 

Slowly slips across its jagged shape... 

Lights signaling 

Some winking on 

Then blinking off... 

Lights signaling 

Some winking on 

Red and red and white... 

I can see 

Piss over battersea 

Floating in flight... 

On quiet nights I can hear the stars 

And cosmonauts talk 

A ragged 30-watt moon 

Hangs over my hotel room... 

I saw you nodding out in 

The mouth of the night 

Face full of white light grace... 

And I push your body out into space 

Let it go 

Watch it drift away... 

Going on to beggar and bitter things 

Just a fly with little plucked off wings... 

Going on to beggar and bitter things 

Never fly 

Never earn your wings... 

And when the stars are all burned out 

Don’t try and tell me what it's all about