It was after midnight

Where the record deals enslaved

She walked in from nowhere

No introduction would be made


True – they were just 19



The Southside before daylight

Where heartstrings made a play

He held on to nothing

And he climbed out of a grave


True – darkest eyes were seen



Backstage at sundown

Where darkness closed the day

She walked out to nowhere

And he’s waited to this day


Out of the wreckage

Sculpt a form that you can hold

File down the edges

Learn to hold

What is cold

Or let it go


In all the remains

There is something that we need

Sift through the noise

And I’m certain you will see


True – life can fade to dream

True – you will feel the seam