Once again, flaring white,ntortured words infect the night.nYou said there was no comfortnin intervening grey,nAfraid the sound would kill younIf you stayed another day.nnCasualties of glass.nnCrying out, like a child,ndriven wild, full of doubt.nYou fear that fife will rob younof all that you deserve,nYour new-found friends assure younall it takes is nerve.nnCasualties of glass.nnOf broken hearts and old cliches,nweary entertainers praise.nThe record flaks yell Keep it up!nThe pounds they make aren't quite enough.nnCasualties of glass.nnTemporarily cancel all available light,nPlace the index on nerve end,nStroke until it goes soft.nDon't lose hope.nnIt's the business of dreamtime,nPlan to do what you want,nUse the science of running,nNow and then we connect.nDon't lose hope.n