in october black
the nights fall fast;
never minded it till now
but lately someone's on to you
and she wants to be your home
baby i need
on nights like these a steady hand to hold
not piles of sand and tsunami winds
rattling through my soul
but even stones grow smooth with time
and every fire slows
i guess that even your nights with her
will eventually turn cold
hope Someone Else is ready
to clean up your broken home
that she'll have all those answer
that you wanted me to know
chilly now
but winter frost
may freeze out all the aches
the whitest stars
are staring back
they whisper of my strength
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