Night - Bill Callahan

We do not know how things work

We do not know where you go In the night

Through the door

Through the door that holds you

Through the door that holds you

Out of the blue

We do not know

The door that holds you

Silent as glue

We stand under it But we don’t understand it We stand under it But we don’t understand it The door that holds you

Silent as glue

And stars fall on Stars fall on Silent as glue