I came to your party dressed as a shadow and you never knew, you never knewnI rolled through the halls like a velvet wave, as quiet as an empty stagenI blackened your eyes and stole the light from your glassnBut in the cold calm of the morning, lay like a death-kite on your lawnnI came to your party dressed as a shadow, without invitation, without a motivenI parked three streets from the moonlight - the soft walk to your house on a silver stringnYou were dancing in the backyard to a biscuit-tin beatnI slunk between the notes, posting them off to the nightnThis is symptomatic of you and me : I have jars full of your breathnI have shelves of your words but you have nothing of me but a space where I would be