When I first saw you 

there were guns in the river 

Black birds of warning 

Circling high above the marquee where 

The blue notes of lovers 

Mixed with the loneliness of others 

Turned our breath into snowflakes 

As we whispered in the gutters 



We try to find the life at rainbow's end 

It finds the end of us instead and everyone we love 



When I come back now, 

There are ads in the shadows 

Diamonds in the skyline 

You can't afford to look up at them 

Or catch your reflection in somone else's mirror 

Your voice is a music and I'm drowning in a silent land. 



So if I dive over the railing, will I float up on all the shining waves of glass?