What's Wrong

It's over the distance
the fangled fires of a planet
gone a sinking into slump greys
and so comes the night
with the second best awry
and here she comes!
and here she comes!
and here she comes!

awaking to the drowning noise
of a lingering lure
some pale aura prowls
the morning dawn
to leave me alone
and there she left!
and there she left!
and there she left!