The night that the power went outnstumbling through drawers for a flashlightnwhite in the match for a second or twonburning my finger with wax on my shoenflying around like bat in a zoonit's a view that we won't ever seennand I was the sleeve of your coatna maraca without any insidesna silent garden of carrots and peasnlistening into the sound of the breezenpatiently waiting for someone to leavenwith the sleeve on the coat rack downstairsnnbut I'm not therenI am right herenSitting alone with the things that I fearnI've made mistakesnbut I don't carenthey're just an albatross hanging roundnan albatross hanging round my necknnso stick out your tongue in the airncause you might not be able tomorrownthe change in the weathernthe shape of the sunna slight indication that winter is donenso catch all the snowflakes you can with your tonguenncause you only can one day a yearntomorrow the summer is heren