like a flame it comes over you

it’s a shame it comes over you

gutters filled with life forms
fallen dead in winter’s night

rain don’t scare me
please, God, spare me
i haven’t got time to think

wretched martyrs
aren’t we all
faded paintings on a wall
in a gallery where nobody goes
nobody comes
nobody cares

nobody cares
‘till somebody dares
light a flame against the night

oblivious to the storm
its raining in
won’t cause me harm

lightning creates a strange effect
on the blinds
as I wipe the water away

maybe I’ll get struck—
better not press my luck

suppertime looks
like a picture postcard

"having fun—
wish you were here…"

the last time I held Buz in my arms

the eye of the storm draws ever near