you're gone
the trees are so quiet
when your hand was in my pocket
how they swayed from side to side
now the meddling sky and my snowy eye
sees a different night
sees a different night
the night I fell into the lion's jaws
to my regret and your delight
those teeth themselves could not divine
nor their pressure estimate
the haze I wished you'd never break
and to never contemplate
momentum for the sake of momentum
momentum for the sake of momentum
of momentum...