She's Not Coming Back - Cousteau

The orchard’s golden leaves

Are burning down

Fire closing in

The fruit is blistering

Above you

How can such a pleasure

Be regarded as a sin

A ray of sun limps

Slowly around the room

Wolves are at the door

Baying for their pound

Of flesh but he’s gone

And it’s impossible to

Hurt you anymore

They circle in the sky

She’s sick of holding back

The tide

She pulls the darkness shut

Behind her and says goodnight

She’s not coming back

I wish that you were here once

More with me

In the night somewhere

Loveless days and grey eyed

Mornings

Pass beneath the window of

Another dreary day