Torches - Half Waif

I know somewhere to my left is an undying coast

I think of it in the night, when I know

I need it most

I see the way the landscapers upturned by the violence

Are these torches meant to fill the unending silence?

Are these and fields on a stretch of highway

smiling as I call out your name

I do what I want

You won’t see me anymore

Your facin' my door

Oh I’ll turn you away, don’t make yourself comfortable

You used to say

«When are you comin' back?»

Then came the day

When you no longer asked

I fly through your life like an acrobat

I feed off the night and I’m afraid of that

I know somewhere to my left is an undying coast

I think of it at night, when I know I need it most