A Threaded Needle

You've had too much to drink

As the past casts a shadow

It's fingers in your hair

Reminds you what's no longer there

With the cuts that scar your mind

Afflictions that don't heal with time

You slowly map the fading lights

In the parking lots of these endless nights

And yet.

And yet.

And yet...

Driving in the morning light

The streets we passed early that night

You're almost home but you couldn't care

It's just a room there's nothing there

Tomorrow will be just the same

A different room a different name

You've told yourself you'd be alright

In the funeral of the nightlife

"A threaded needle is love

For ones as lost as us

What would god say to me?

What could god say to me?"

And yet.

And yet.

And yet...