Stained Glass Slipper - WHY?

Coroner, as October sees the leaves turn colors

You’re so much older than when we first met each other

Down in southern Cali and the pounding pattern

Drum of pumping blood was sounding

Even though the subject was too young

All I need is one night to see if it’s right

You can cut me like streetlights with the sunrise

All I ask is one night to know if it’s right

We can scatter like ashes when the cock cries

On an autumn morning like this

I sit and watch the shadows of birds on bricks

Think words to warm the marrow of this feral woman Pharaoh

Turning twenty-five on the twenty-sixth

All I need is one night to see if it’s right

We can scatter like ashes when the cock cries

All I ask is one night to know if it’s right

You can cut me like streetlights with the sunrise