Her ring & her wrist-watch

in platic dads moving box

now in my brothers hand

reminds me of something



Something, not sunlight



Now we scream in the car

just because no one can hear it

and no one can say its dumb

another day gone and done



Like something, not sunlight



I move the spoon slowly

the rain hammers on the street

a feeling that just won't pass

the question still stands



Like something, not sunlight