the fiddler on the roof
the blinking child's lamp
the fabric that wrapped the scaffolding
oh oh oh
the bridge across winter waters
the lights on the waves
the hub dub of public conversation
oh oh oh
the sand that sank
the lonely park bench
the dust that surrounded us
oh oh oh
the pain from the things that could have been
buried in the pain from chances missed
the obtuse paranoia of what could be that is not
flow away with waters of the dark night
the dark knight
