Classic Movies

In the season of my silence:
red and violet light,
the western sky ablaze,
and Glasgow gleamed
beneath the Cathkin Braes.
Will this shadow ever leave me?
Does my heart again deceive me?
Restless days and endless nights —
they’re all the same.
There must be something in the water.
There must be something in the wine.
Have I been wasting all my time?
(All my time.)
Is this sorrow now shot through me?
Classic movies beamed into a boyhood room.
In the television light a flower bloomed.
And it’s been so long.
And in this season of my sadness:
who would have this
shadow of a waxwing slain?
An old machine that dreams itself awake.
And would you love me or haunt me?
This gathered storm of fates.
I bolt the windows closed
and wait for days.
It was only us,
just the two of us.
I held you in my arms.
Tinseltown — in love —
Coming through the stereo.
And those sea-grey eyes
saw the morning light.
(Saw the morning light.)
There won’t be an open door,
can’t go through it any more.
I have been around this town;
I have seen it all by now.
It was only us,
just the two of us.
I held you in my arms.
I held you in my arms.