4:45 AM - Delay Trees

All power ends

Streetlights die and disintegrate

But soon morning will come

Walk with me down to the port

We can watch the ghost ships come and go All quiet in the dark

Naturally time passes through us unwanted

Changing all the shapes in a moment

Hold my cold hands

You hold them like we’ve just met

All shy and tender

Talk to me

'Til the city wakes from its sleep

And white noise starts bleeding in Naturally time passes through us unwanted

Changing all the shapes every moment

But my dearest don’t you change

Just stay here with me waiting

When it’s not quite night

Not yet morning