And now there's no one watching over you
except this building closing like a cloak
across the windows til your breath turns blue
inside. Refrigerator music through the walls,
the whistling liquid thick as yolk;
you sleep but no one's watching over you
to say that building can get lonely too
Between the neon and the empty Coke
machines, you'd hold your breath 'til you turned blue.
The night is wide awake at half past two.
Those laughs which could be scream came in and woke
you up but no one's watching over you
to tuck you in and stuff your ears with dew.
That somewhere scream gets louder like a joke
does not get funnier. Morning turning blue
outside, the dark goes flying through a flue.
In case of fire you have to clear the smoke
yourself , since no one's watching over you
who cares if you exchange your breath for blue.