“Are we losing you now, November-one-two?”,
said the radio, hoping to break through.
“We can get you out, if you’ll just keep on.”
And the plot keeps thickening, so please be strong.
And all this time, you’ve never given up and you’re never giving out.
All this time, you can never go back, but you’ve never had more doubt.
Between the pavement and the stars,
beneath the the weight of years of scars,
burns the same soul-
paint the sky blue.
you’re still you.
Signal’s breaking up, at the edge of night.
Have you lost the will to be in this fight?
Just keep digging in, don’t give up on us yet.
Are we coming in clear, on the radio set?
And all this time, when there’s hardly any day, and hardly ever night
All this time, where you’re halfway in shadows, and halfway in light.
And Love is patient,
it barely crawls.
And Love has only