This World Is Alluring - Peter Adams

We leave ourselves

Climbing down

To the endless evenings

Inside all around

We leave our memories

In oceans black

Swim towards the light

In the battered shack

Oh if you should ever need me

I’ll be on the street sharp in a dream

Fifteen fires in the evening

It’s a long way home from here

These soft days

And fluorescent nights

Too late to bother

With getting it right

Your body knows me

Its simple style

Wait in the golden hour until it’s gone

Oh if you should ever need me

I’ll be on the street sharp in a dream

Fifteen fires in the evening

It’s a long way home from here

All the rooms we tore apart

And all the times we spent in dark

With our eyes up high

And the flashlights flying

So here we lie tonight again

On an island with a friend

In a darkened room

Where the shadows bloom