SQUARE I

Tell me what remains to be seen
Under lights of tangerine
Where we've come to feel at home
In the crowds
With the words we'd never say out loud

Masks shield your face and the folds
Of concern in your brow with the old
Moonlit silver drops of treachery
Pining for ghosts of guilded memories

So toss your coins & wish it away
Friday's friction is always hard to break
Count first stars and the waxing moons
Scents of sulfur in the streets and rooms
Fountain facing mist in the breeze
Emerald decay from the night's disease
We're inpatients in these stopgap homes
Here we're still all alone

So toss your coins & wish it away
Friday's friction is always hard to break
Count first stars and the waxing moons
Scents of sulfur in the streets and rooms
Fountain facing mist in the breeze
Emerald decay from the night's disease
We're inpatients in these stopgap homes
Here we're still all alone