EmptyRoomA chair at the window
A trunk full of dreams
A bed with a sag in it
And holes in the screens

Yarn all a tatter
Clothes in a box
Books in a corner
Doors without locks

Life is a moment
It’s raw and it’s pungent
It’s bitingly brutal
And tender as teardrops

We’re strong as the mistral
We’re soft as a sigh
Our dreams are our treasures
Our fears are our lies

So look to the dawn
In her pinks and her gold’s
This is all for our taking
So let it unfold