Down in the park 

And the lust of the light 

Among the stray dogs and families 

I smell the bonfires, and 

Watch the bonbs 

Fireworks burst above the trees 

And to pillows of white cloud, and 

Another year has gone 

Now it is the fifth of november 

I lock the doors, and 

Swallow the key 

And draw the curtains, closed forever 

Forever