He'd be there every night when we'd leave
He'd hold his paper under a patch quilt sleeve
Defensive position, head down, feet ahead
To the world he might as well already be dead
He drinks in the lights, never says a word
Nods at the bottles, no words are ever slurred
Nostrovia to the table, whispered and slow
A pauper in a pool room, once a king in the snow
There's a Silhouette
Dancing in the Dusk
It does a pirouette
And fades into the dust
A handful thinks they know him well, to them he's a joke
They never imagine him, alone at night time's stroke
In a wine stained shirt, in a heavy soaked coat
With a sob in his chest and an apology in his throat
There's a Silhouette
No prints in the snow
It's time to pay the debt
From 30 years ago
There's a Silhouette
Dancing in the Dusk
It does a pirouette
And fades into the dust
He lives in dusk, Night's a single step away,
Day was another place, the first dance of the ballet,
He can still see her move, he sees her body sway
As he carried her down, sobbing to the railway
credits
from Deafodils EP,
track released May 17, 2011
Shelley