Deep Blue Something. Byzantium. Enough To Get By. Zeneszám

listening, listening
and every hand is framed
that gang of hours
still call themselves a day.
call it shades and subtleties,
enraged, grey generalities, whatever
'cause I'll still call it plain

I'd like to get enough to get by


string along and wave goodbye
a train will lull any soul to sleep.
you'll wake to find you're still alone
with every lie you know.
come with me and waste another hour.